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Psalm 128:3 - English Standard Version 2016

3 Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around your table.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 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

3 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)

3 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

3 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

3 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

3 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 bough, a fruitful bough by a spring; his branches run over the wall.


The sons of Ulam were men who were mighty warriors, bowmen, having many sons and grandsons, 150. All these were Benjaminites.


Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.


Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.


May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace;


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


The Lord once called you ‘a green olive tree, beautiful with good fruit.’ But with the roar of a great tempest he will set fire to it, and its branches will be consumed.


Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard planted by the water, fruitful and full of branches by reason of abundant water.


For if you were cut from what is by nature a wild olive tree, and grafted, contrary to nature, into a cultivated olive tree, how much more will these, the natural branches, be grafted back into their own olive tree.


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