Trouvé 253 Résultats pour: fruit of the womb
He that keepeth the fig tree, shall eat the fruit thereof: and he that is the keeper of his master, shall be glorified. (Proverbs 27, 18)
Hell, and the mouth of the womb, and the earth which is not satisfied with water: and the fire never saith: It is enough. (Proverbs 30, 16)
What, O my beloved, what, O the beloved of my womb, what, O the beloved of my vows? (Proverbs 31, 2)
She hath considered a field, and bought it: with the fruit of her hands she hath planted a vineyard. (Proverbs 31, 16)
Give her of the fruit of her hands: and let her works praise her in the gates. (Proverbs 31, 31)
A covetous man shall not be satisfied with money: and he that loveth riches shall reap no fruit from them: so this also is vanity. (Ecclesiastes 5, 9)
As he came forth naked from his mother's womb, so shall he return, and shall take nothing away with him of his labour. (Ecclesiastes 5, 14)
This therefore hath seemed good to me, that a man should eat and drink, and enjoy the fruit of his labour, wherewith he hath laboured under the sun, all the days of his life, which God hath given him: and this is his portion. (Ecclesiastes 5, 17)
As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones are joined together in the womb of her that is with child: so thou knowest not the works of God, who is the maker of all. (Ecclesiastes 11, 5)
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate. (Song of Solomon 2, 3)
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples. (Song of Solomon 7, 8)