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Isaiah 32:12 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

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

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Isaiah 32:12
11 Cross References  

Look, the Lord is stripping the earth bare and making it desolate. He will twist its surface and scatter its inhabitants:


The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.


for the ground of my people growing thorns and briars, indeed, for every joyous house in the jubilant city.


My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief  , because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.


However, I swore to them  in the wilderness that I would not bring them into the land I had given them #– #the most beautiful of all lands, flowing with milk and honey #– #


On that day I swore  to them that I would bring them out  of the land of Egypt into a land I had searched out for them, a land flowing with milk and honey,  the most beautiful of all lands.


It has devastated my grapevine and splintered my fig tree. It has stripped off its bark and thrown it away; its branches have turned white.


Beauty  is stripped; she is carried away; her ladies-in-waiting moan like the sound of doves and beat their breasts.