Behold, the LORD makes the earth empty, and makes it waste, and turns it upside down, and scatters abroad its inhabitants.
Isaiah 32:12 - King James 2000 Beat upon your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition They shall beat upon their breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine, American Standard Version (1901) They shall smite upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine. Common English Bible beating your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine, Catholic Public Domain Version Mourn over your breasts, over the delightful country, over the fruitful vineyard. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Mourn for your breasts, for the delightful country, for the fruitful vineyard. |
Behold, the LORD makes the earth empty, and makes it waste, and turns it upside down, and scatters abroad its inhabitants.
The new wine mourns, the vine languishes, all the merry-hearted do sigh.
Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the joyous houses in the joyous city:
My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.
Yet also I lifted up my hand unto them in the wilderness, that I would not bring them into the land which I had given them, flowing with milk and honey, which is the glory of all lands;
In the day that I lifted up my hand unto them, to bring them forth from the land of Egypt into a land that I had searched out for them, flowing with milk and honey, which is the glory of all lands:
He has laid my vine waste, and splintered my fig tree: he has stripped it bare, and cast it away; its branches are made white.
It is decreed: she shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maidens shall lead her as with the moaning of doves, beating upon their breasts.