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Song of Solomon 7:8 - Revised Version 1885

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;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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,

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American Standard Version (1901)

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,

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Common English Bible

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!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.

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Song of Solomon 7:8
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as ointment poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.


As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.


Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: For I am sick of love.


Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.


This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.


Yea, I will rejoice over them to do them good, and I will plant them in this land assuredly with my whole heart and with my whole soul.


The vine is withered, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field are withered: for joy is withered away from the sons of men.


But thanks be unto God, which always leadeth us in triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest through us the savour of his knowledge in every place.