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Song of Solomon 2:3 - Tree of Life Version

3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my lover among the sons. In his shadow I delighted to sit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved [shepherd] among the sons [cried the girl]! Under his shadow I delighted to sit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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Common English Bible

3 Like an apple tree among the wild trees, so is my lover among the young men. In his shade I take pleasure in sitting, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

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Song of Solomon 2:3
34 Tagairtí Cros  

My heart is stirred with a good word. I speak my verses to the king. My tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.


You are the most handsome of the sons of men. Grace pours from your lips. Therefore God has blessed you forever.


For the music director, “Do Not Destroy,” a Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.


The heavens praise Your wonders, Adonai —Your faithfulness, too— in the assembly of the kedoshim.


He who dwells in the shelter of Elyon, will abide in the shadow of Shaddai.


How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, so delightful! Yes, our couch is luxuriant.


Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples— for I am weak with love.


Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit, henna with nard


Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, Let its fragrance spread out. Let my lover come into his garden and eat its choicest fruit.


His mouth is sweetness. Yes, he is totally desirable. This is my lover! Yes, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


Let us go out early to the vineyards, —let us see if the vine has budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates have bloomed— there I will give you my love.


Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers. Each was to bring for his fruit a thousand pieces of silver.


My very own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who tend the fruit.


Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you. There your mother travailed with you. There she who was in labor gave you birth.


For You have been a stronghold for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the rainstorm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like a storm against the wall.


Each will be like a refuge from the wind and a shelter from the storm, like streams of water in a dry place, like the shade of a massive rock in a weary land.


In that day the Branch of Adonai will be beautiful and glorious, and the fruit of the land excellent and appealing for Israel’s survivors.


Then there will be a sukkah for shade by day from the heat, and for refuge and for shelter from storm and from rain.


On the river, on its bank, on this side and that side, will grow every kind of tree for food. Its leaf will not wither; its fruit will not fail; it will bear new fruit every month, because its water flows out from the Sanctuary. Its fruit will be for food and its leaf will be for healing.”


The vine withered, the fig tree wilted. Pomegranate, palm and apple tree —all trees of the field— are withered, for joy has withered away from the children of men.


focusing on Yeshua, the initiator and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross, disregarding its shame; and He has taken His seat at the right hand of the throne of God.


And the bramble said to the trees, ‘If you truly are going to anoint me king over you, then come and take refuge in my shadow; but if not, let fire come out of the bramble and devour the cedars of Lebanon.’


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