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Isaiah 32:12 - The Scriptures 2009

Lament upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruit-bearing vine.

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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  

See, יהוה is making the earth empty and making it waste, and shall overturn its surface, and shall scatter abroad its inhabitants.


The new wine shall fail, the vine shall languish, all those glad at heart shall sigh.


Weeds and thornbushes come up over the ground of My people, indeed, over all the houses of joy, the city of revelry;


My eyes are spent with tears, My inward parts ferment, My bile has been poured on the ground Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, As children and the infants languish In the streets of the city.


“And I Myself also lifted My hand in an oath to them in the wilderness, not to bring them into the land which I had given them, flowing with milk and honey, the splendour of all lands,


“On that day I lifted My hand in an oath to them, to bring them out of the land of Mitsrayim into a land that I had searched out for them, flowing with milk and honey, the splendour of all lands.


It has laid waste My vine and splintered My fig tree. It has made it entirely bare and cast it away, its branches became white.


And it is established: she shall be exiled, she shall be led away. And her female servants are moaning as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.