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Psalm 128:3 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

Your wife will be as a fruitful vine, in the innermost parts of your house; your children like olive plants, around your table.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: Thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine in the innermost parts of your house; your children shall be like olive plants round about your table.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine, In the innermost parts of thy house; Thy children like olive plants, Round about thy table.

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Common English Bible

In your house, your wife will be like a vine full of fruit. All around your table, your children will be like olive trees, freshly planted.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

The sinners have made fabrications behind my back. They have prolonged their iniquity.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

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Psalm 128:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

*Yosef is a fruitful vine, a fruitful vine by a spring. His branches run over the wall.


The sons of Ulam were mighty men of valor, archers, and had many sons, and sons' sons, one hundred fifty. All these were of the sons of Binyamin.


Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.


Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.


Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.


But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in God's house. I trust in God's loving kindness forever and ever.


The LORD called your name, A green olive tree, beautiful with goodly fruit: with the noise of a great tumult he has kindled fire on it, and the branches of it are broken.


Your mother was like a vine, in your blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.


For if you were cut out of that which is by nature a wild olive tree, and were grafted contrary to nature into a good olive tree, how much more will these, which are the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree?