Diminished Seventh Chord Table
| Chord | Root | Minor Third | Diminished Fifth | Diminished Seventh |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Cdim7 | C | E♭ | G♭ | B (A) |
| C♯dim7 | C♯ | E | G | B♭ |
| D♭dim7 | D♭ | F♭ (E) | A (G) | C (B♭) |
| Ddim7 | D | F | A♭ | C♭ (B) |
| D♯dim7 | D♯ | F♯ | A | C |
| E♭dim7 | E♭ | G♭ | B (A) | D (C) |
| Edim7 | E | G | B♭ | D♭ |
| Fdim7 | F | A♭ | C♭ (B) | E (D) |
| F♯dim7 | F♯ | A | C | E♭ |
| G♭dim7 | G♭ | B (A) | D (C) | F (E♭) |
| Gdim7 | G | B♭ | D♭ | F♭ (E) |
| G♯dim7 | G♯ | B | D | F |
| A♭dim7 | A♭ | C♭ (B) | E (D) | G (F) |
| Adim7 | A | C | E♭ | G♭ |
| A♯dim7 | A♯ | C♯ | E | G |
| B♭dim7 | B♭ | D♭ | F♭ (E) | A (G) |
| Bdim7 | B | D | F | A♭ |
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