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Psalm 128:3 - Y'all Version Bible

3 Your wife will be as a fruitful vine in the innermost parts of your house, your children 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

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Psalm 128:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

“Joseph is a fruitful vine, a fruitful vine by a spring. His branches run over the wall.


The sons of Ulam were mighty men of valor, archers, and had many sons, and grandsons, one hundred fifty. All these were of the sons of Benjamin.


Look, children are a heritage of YHWH. The fruit of the womb is a reward.


Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.


Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.


But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in God’s house. I trust in God’s lovingkindness forever and ever.


YHWH called your name, “A green olive tree, beautiful with goodly fruit.” With the noise of a great roar he has kindled fire on it, and its branches are broken.


“‘Your mother was like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters. It was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.


For if you were cut out of what is by nature a wild olive tree, and were grafted contrary to nature into a cultivated olive tree, how much more will these, the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree?


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