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Psalm 128:3 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

3 Thy wife as a vine bearing fruit in the sides of thy house: thy sons as plants of olives round about thy 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 a fruitful son, a fruitful son upon a fountain, the daughters mounting over a wall.


And the sons of Ulam will be strong men of power, bending the bow, and many sons and sons' sons, a hundred and fifty. All these from the sons of Benjamin.


Behold, sons are the inheritance of Jehovah: the reward of the fruit of the womb.


Happy the man who filled his quiver from them: they shall not be ashamed when they shall speak with their enemies in the gate.


That our sons as plants growing great in their youth, our daughters as corners variegated, the likeness of a temple:


And I am as a green olive tree in the house of God: I trusted in the mercy of God forever and ever.


A green olive tree, fair, of fruit of figure, Jehovah called thy name; by the voice of a great noise he kindled a fire upon her, and its branches were evil.


Thy mother as a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and covered from much water.


For if thou according to nature wert cut out of the wild olive tree, and against nature wert grafted into the cultivated olive tree: how much more these, according to nature, shall be grafted into their own olive tree


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