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Genesis 49:22 - Tree of Life Version

22 A fruitful son is Joseph, a fruitful son beside a spring— daughters walk along a wall.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 Joseph is a fruitful bough, Even a fruitful bough by a well; Whose branches run over the wall:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 Joseph is a fruitful bough, a fruitful bough by a well (spring or fountain), whose branches run over the wall.

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 Joseph is a fruitful bough, A fruitful bough by a fountain; His branches run over the wall.

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Common English Bible

22 Joseph is a young bull, a young bull by a spring, who strides with oxen.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

22 Joseph is a growing son, a growing son and stately to behold; the daughters run back and forth on the wall.

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Genesis 49:22
19 Tagairtí Cros  

And the second he named Ephraim, “because God has made me fruitful in the land of my oppression.”


The sons of Joseph who were born to him in Egypt was a tally of two people. The tally of all the people belonging to Jacob’s house who came to Egypt was 70.


After these things, someone told Joseph, “Behold, your father is sick.” So he took his two sons, Manasseh and Ephraim, with him.


Then he blessed Joseph and said, “The God before whom my fathers Abraham and Isaac walked, The God who has shepherded me throughout my life to this day,


The Angel who redeemed me from all evil, May He bless the boys, and may they be called by my name, and by the name of my fathers, Abraham and Isaac. May they multiply to a multitude in the midst of the land.”


So now, your two sons, who were born to you in the land of Egypt before I came to you in Egypt, they are mine. Ephraim and Manasseh will be mine, just like Reuben and Simeon.


The archers were bitter and shot arrows and were hostile towards him.


A Song of Ascents. Happy is everyone in awe of Adonai, who walks in His ways,


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


You cleared a place for it, and it took deep root and filled the land.


Its strong rods became rulers’ scepters. Its height was exalted above the clouds. It was seen in its height with the mass of its branches.


Because he is the son of kinsmen, he should have been fruitful. An east wind will come— the wind from Adonai, coming up from the wilderness. His spring will become dry, and his fountain will dry up. He will plunder the treasury of every precious vessel.


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