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Song of Solomon 7:8 - Revised Standard Version

8 I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 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

8 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)

8 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

8 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

8 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

8 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  

your anointing oils are fragrant, your name is oil poured out; therefore the maidens love you.


As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste,


Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am sick with love.


Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.


You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.


I will rejoice in doing them good, and I will plant them in this land in faithfulness, with all my heart and all my soul.


The vine withers, the fig tree languishes. Pomegranate, palm, and apple, all the trees of the field are withered; and gladness fails from the sons of men.


But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumph, and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere.


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