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Psalm 128:3 - King James 2000

3 Your wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of your house: your children like olive plants round about 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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Psalm 128:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Joseph is a fruitful bough, even a fruitful bough by a well; whose branches run over the wall:


And the sons of Ulam were mighty men of valor, archers, and had many sons, and sons’ sons, a hundred and fifty. All these are of the sons of Benjamin.


Lo, children are a heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.


Happy is the man that has his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.


That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner pillars, polished after the similitude of a palace:


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


The LORD called your name, A green olive tree, fair, and with good fruit: with the noise of a great tumult he has kindled fire upon it, and the branches of it are broken.


Your mother is like a vine in your vineyard, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.


For if you were cut out of the olive tree which is wild by nature, and were grafted contrary to nature into a good olive tree: how much more shall these, who are the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree?


Lean orainn:

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