Isaiah 32:12 - Catholic Public Domain Version

¹² Mourn over your breasts, over the delightful country, over the fruitful vineyard.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹² They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹² They shall beat upon their breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,

American Standard Version (1901)

¹² They shall smite upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

Common English Bible

¹² beating your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

¹² Mourn for your breasts, for the delightful country, for the fruitful vineyard.

Isaiah 32:12 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ

Nahum 2:7

And the foot soldier has been led away captive, and her handmaids were driven away, mourning like doves, murmuring in their hearts.

Ezekiel 20:15

And so I lifted up my hand over them in the desert, so as not to lead them into the land that I had given to them, flowing with milk and honey, the foremost of all lands.

Ezekiel 20:6

in that day, I lifted up my hand for their sake, so that I would lead them away from the land of Egypt, into a land which I had provided for them, flowing with milk and honey, which was singular among all lands.

Lamentations 2:11

CAPH. My eyes have exhausted their tears. My internal organs have become disturbed. My liver has been poured out on the earth, over the grief of the daughter of my people, when the little ones and the infants passed away in the streets of the town.

Isaiah 32:13

Thorn and brier will rise up, over the soil of my people. How much more over all the houses of gladness, over the city of exultation?

Isaiah 24:1

Behold, the Lord will lay waste to the earth, and he will strip it, and he will afflict its surface, and he will scatter its inhabitants.

Isaiah 24:7

The vintage has mourned. The vine has languished. All those who were rejoicing in their hearts have groaned.

Joel 1:7

He has put my vineyard into desolation, and he has pulled off the bark of my fig tree. He has stripped it bare and cast it away; its branches have become white.