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Isaiah 32:12 - American Standard Version 2015

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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Isaiah 32:12
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Behold, Jehovah maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants thereof.


The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted do sigh.


Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.


Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled;\par\tab My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,\par\tab Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.


Moreover also I sware 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 that day I sware unto them, to bring them forth out of 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 hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig-tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.\par


And it is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.\par


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