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Psalm 128:3 - The English Standar Version

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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Psalm 128:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

"Joseph is a fruitful bough, a fruitful bough by a spring; his branches run over the wall.[5]


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.[2]


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[3] 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.


Lean orainn:

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