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Ecclesiastes 2:6 - Tree of Life Version

I constructed for myself pools of water to irrigate a forest of flourishing trees.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

I made for myself pools of water from which to water the forest and make the trees bud.

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American Standard Version (1901)

I made me pools of water, to water therefrom the forest where trees were reared;

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Common English Bible

I made reservoirs for myself to water my lush groves.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

And I dug out fishponds of water, so that I might irrigate the forest of growing trees.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And I made me ponds of water, to water therewith the wood of the young trees,

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Ecclesiastes 2:6
7 Tagairtí Cros  

Then I moved on to the Fountain Gate and to the King’s Pool, where there was not enough room for my animal to pass with me;


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.


Shallun son of Col-hozeh, the ruler of the district of Mizpah, repaired the Fountain Gate. He built it, covered it, and set up its doors, its bolts, and its bars. He also repaired the wall of the Pool of Shelah by the King’s Garden, as far as the stairs going down from the City of David.


Beyond him Nehemiah son of Azbuk, the ruler of half the district of Beth-zur, made repairs as far as the tombs of David and the artificial pool and the House of the Warriors.


He will be like a planted tree over streams of water, producing its fruit during its season. Its leaf never droops— but in all he does, he succeeds.


Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.


For he will be like a tree planted by the waters, spreading out its roots by a stream. It has no fear when heat comes, but its leaves will be green. It does not worry in a year of drought, nor depart from yielding fruit.