Ecclesiastes 2:5 - Tree of Life Version

⁵ I made royal gardens and parks for myself, and planted all kinds of fruit trees in them.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

⁵ I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits:

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

⁵ I made for myself gardens and orchards and I planted in them all kinds of fruit trees.

American Standard Version (1901)

⁵ I made me gardens and parks, and I planted trees in them of all kinds of fruit;

Common English Bible

⁵ I made gardens and parks for myself, planting every kind of fruit tree in them.

Catholic Public Domain Version

⁵ I made gardens and orchards. And I planted them with trees of every kind.

Ecclesiastes 2:5 Referencias Cruzadas

Jeremiah 39:4

Now when King Zedekiah of Judah and all the men of war saw them, they fled. They went out of the city at night, by way of the king’s garden, through the gate between the two walls, heading out toward the way of the Arabah.

Song of Solomon 6:2

My lover went down to his garden, to the beds of balsam to graze his flocks in the gardens and to gather lilies.

Song of Solomon 4:12

A locked garden is my sister, my bride, an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.

Nehemiah 2:8

as well as a letter to Asaph, the keeper of the king’s forest so he will give me lumber to make beams for the gates of the fortress adjacent to the Temple, for the wall of the city and for the residence I will occupy.” The king granted me the requests because the good hand of my God was upon me.

Song of Solomon 4:13

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit, henna with nard

Song of Solomon 4:16

Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, Let its fragrance spread out. Let my lover come into his garden and eat its choicest fruit.

Song of Solomon 5:1

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, Drink, yes, drink your fill, O lovers!