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Ezekiel 21:12 - Tree of Life Version

Now when they ask you, ‘Why are you groaning?’ you will say, ‘Because of the news that is coming. Every heart will melt, every hand will be limp, every spirit will be faint, and all knees will turn to water. Behold, it is coming, and it will happen!’” It is a declaration of Adonai Elohim.

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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 all hands will fall limp, and every man’s heart will melt.


Wail, you shepherds, and cry! Wallow in the dust, you leaders of the flock! For the days of your slaughter and your dispersions are full. You will fall like a precious vase.


Then will the virgin rejoice in the dance, both young men and old men together. For I will turn their mourning into joy, and I will comfort them, and make them rejoice out of their sorrow.


Is Ephraim a precious son to Me? Is he a delightful child? For as often as I spoke against him, I still certainly remember him. Therefore My heart yearns for him. I will surely have compassion on him.” It is a declaration of Adonai.


As for you, son of man, groan, with breaking of your sides and with bitterness you will groan before their eyes.


The word of Adonai came to me saying,


“Son of man, prophesy and say, thus says Adonai, and say: ‘A sword! A sword! Sharpened and also polished!


You are to mark out a way, so the sword can come to Rabbah of the children of Ammon and to Judah in fortified Jerusalem.


Then the word of Adonai came to me saying:


“Behold, each prince of Israel has used his own arm’s strength in you to shed blood.


“Son of man, prophesy, and say, thus says Adonai Elohim: ‘Wail, alas, for the day!


Thus says Adonai Elohim: “Clap your hands, stamp your foot and cry, ‘Alas!’ because of all the vile abominations of the house of Israel who will fall by the sword, by famine and by plague.


All hands will be feeble. All knees will turn to water.


While they were out killing, and I was left alone, I fell on my face and cried out saying, “Alas, Adonai Elohim! Are you going to destroy all the remnant of Israel by pouring out Your wrath upon Jerusalem?”


Gird yourselves and weep, kohanim! Howl, ministers of the altar! Come, lie in sackcloth all night, ministers of my God. For grain and drink offering are withheld from the House of your God.


Blow the shofar in Zion! Sound an alarm on My holy mountain! Let all living in the land tremble— for the day of Adonai is coming— surely it is near!


Concerning this let me lament and howl. Let me walk barefoot and naked. I will make a howl like jackals and a mourning like ostriches.