They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.
Ezekiel 19:10 - New Revised Standard Version Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard transplanted by the water, fruitful and full of branches from abundant water. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Your mother [the mother-city Jerusalem] was like a vine [like you, Zedekiah, and in your blood] planted by the waters; it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of abundant water. [II Kings 24:17; Ezek. 17:7.] American Standard Version (1901) Thy mother was like a vine, in thy blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters. Common English Bible Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard planted beside the waters; she bore lush fruit and foliage because of the plentiful water, Catholic Public Domain Version Your mother is like a vine, in your blood, planted by the water; her fruit and her branches have increased because of many waters. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood planted by the water: her fruit and her branches have grown out of many waters. |
They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.
Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around your table.
It sprouted and became a vine spreading out, but low; Its branches turned toward him, its roots remained where it stood. So it became a vine; it brought forth branches, put forth foliage.
Now it is transplanted into the wilderness, into a dry and thirsty land.
and say: What a lioness was your mother among lions! She lay down among young lions, rearing her cubs.
Plead with your mother, plead— for she is not my wife, and I am not her husband— that she put away her whoring from her face, and her adultery from between her breasts,
For their mother has played the whore; she who conceived them has acted shamefully. For she said, “I will go after my lovers; they give me my bread and my water, my wool and my flax, my oil and my drink.”
For the Lord your God is bringing you into a good land, a land with flowing streams, with springs and underground waters welling up in valleys and hills,
a land where you may eat bread without scarcity, where you will lack nothing, a land whose stones are iron and from whose hills you may mine copper.