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Psalm 128:3 - Modern King James Version

Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine by the sides of your house; your sons shall be 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  

Joseph is a fruitful son, a fruitful son by a well, whose branches run over the wall.


And the sons of Ulam were mighty men, archers, and had many sons, and sons' sons, a hundred and fifty. All these were the sons of Benjamin.


Lo, children are the inheritance of Jehovah; the fruit of the womb is a reward.


Blessed is the man who has his quiver full of them; they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.


so that our sons may be like plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters may be like corner-stones, polished like a palace building;


But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the mercy of God forever and ever.


Jehovah called your name, a green olive tree, fair, with fine fruit. With the sound of a great storm He has set fire to it, and its branches are worthless.


Your mother is like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters; she was fruitful and full of branches because of many waters.


For if you were cut out of the natural wild olive tree, and were grafted contrary to nature into a good olive tree; how much more these being according to nature will be grafted into their own olive-tree?