Song of Solomon 7:8 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

⁸ I said, “I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches.” O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

⁸ I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy nose like apples;

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

⁸ I resolve that I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its branches. Let your breasts be like clusters of the grapevine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

American Standard Version (1901)

⁸ I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

Common English Bible

⁸ I say, “I will climb the palm tree; I will hold its fruit!” May your breasts be now like grape clusters, and the scent of your breath like apples!

Catholic Public Domain Version

⁸ Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

Song of Solomon 7:8 Referencias Cruzadas

Song of Solomon 1:3

your anointing oils are fragrant; your name is perfume poured out; therefore the maidens love you.

Song of Solomon 2:3

As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Song of Solomon 2:5

Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.

Song of Solomon 4:16

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden that its fragrance may be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden that he may eat its choicest fruits.

Song of Solomon 7:7

You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.

Jeremiah 32:41

I will rejoice in doing good to them, and I will plant them in this land in faithfulness, with all my heart and all my soul.

Joel 1:12

The vine withers; the fig tree droops. Pomegranate, palm, and apple— all the trees of the field are dried up; surely, joy withers away among the people.

2 Corinthians 2:14

But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession and through us spreads in every place the fragrance that comes from knowing him.