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Song of Solomon 7:8 - Tree of Life Version

8 Your stature is like a date palm and your breasts like its clusters.

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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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Song of Solomon 7:8
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Your ointments have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is poured out like perfume. No wonder maidens love you!


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.


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


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.


How beautiful and how pleasing you are, O Love, with your delights!


“Yes, I will delight in doing good for them, and with all My heart and all My soul I will in truth plant them in this land.”


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.


But thanks be to God, who in Messiah always leads us in triumphal procession, and through us reveals everywhere the aroma of the knowledge of Himself.


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