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Ezekiel 21:12 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

Cry and howl, son of man; for it shall be upon my people, it shall be upon all the princes of Israel: terrors by reason of the sword shall be upon my people: smite therefore upon thy thigh.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Cry and howl, son of man: for it shall be upon my people, it shall be upon all the princes of Israel: terrors by reason of the sword shall be upon my people: smite therefore upon thy thigh.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Cry and wail, son of man, for it is against My people; it is against all the princes of Israel; they are thrown to the sword along with My people, and terrors by reason of the sword are upon My people. Therefore smite your thigh [in dismay].

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American Standard Version (1901)

Cry and wail, son of man; for it is upon my people, it is upon all the princes of Israel: they are delivered over to the sword with my people; smite therefore upon thy thigh.

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Common English Bible

Human one, cry aloud, and wail, for it comes against my people, against all of Israel’s princes, handed over to the sword along with my people. Therefore, strike your thigh.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Cry out and wail, O son of man! For this has been done among my people, this is among all the leaders of Israel, who have fled. They have been handed over to the sword, with my people. Therefore, slap your thigh,

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Cry and howl, O son of man, for this sword is upon my people: it is upon all the princes of Israel that are fled. They are delivered up to the sword with my people: strike therefore upon thy thigh.

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Ezekiel 21:12
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Therefore shall all hands be faint, and every man's heart shall melt:


Howl, ye shepherds, and cry; and wallow yourselves in the ashes, ye principal of the flock: for the days of your slaughter and of your dispersions are accomplished; and ye shall fall like a pleasant vessel.


Therefore they shall come and sing in the height of Zion, and shall flow together to the goodness of the Lord, for wheat, and for wine, and for oil, and for the young of the flock and of the herd: and their soul shall be as a watered garden; and they shall not sorrow any more at all.


Surely after that I was turned, I repented; and after that I was instructed, I smote upon my thigh: I was ashamed, yea, even confounded, because I did bear the reproach of my youth.


And he hath given it to be furbished, that it may be handled: this sword is sharpened, and it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the slayer.


Because it is a trial, and what if the sword contemn even the rod? it shall be no more, saith the Lord God.


Thou therefore, son of man, prophesy, and smite thine hands together, and let the sword be doubled the third time, the sword of the slain: it is the sword of the great men that are slain, which entereth into their privy chambers.


And thou, profane wicked prince of Israel, whose day is come, when iniquity shall have an end,


Sigh therefore, thou son of man, with the breaking of thy loins; and with bitterness sigh before their eyes.


Behold, the princes of Israel, every one were in thee to their power to shed blood.


Son of man, prophesy and say, Thus saith the Lord God; Howl ye, Woe worth the day!


Thus saith the Lord God; Smite with thine hand, and stamp with thy foot, and say, Alas for all the evil abominations of the house of Israel! for they shall fall by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence.


All hands shall be feeble, and all knees shall be weak as water.


And it came to pass, while they were slaying them, and I was left, that I fell upon my face, and cried, and said, Ah Lord God! wilt thou destroy all the residue of Israel in thy pouring out of thy fury upon Jerusalem?


Gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests: howl, ye ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the meat offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your God.


Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain: let all the inhabitants of the land tremble: for the day of the Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand;


Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the dragons, and mourning as the owls.