Isaiah 32:12 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

¹² Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

American Standard Version (1901)

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

Common English Bible

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

Catholic Public Domain Version

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

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

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

Isaiah 32:12 Tagairtí Cros

Isaiah 24:1

Look, the Lord is stripping the earth bare and making it desolate. He will twist its surface and scatter its inhabitants:

Isaiah 24:7

The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.

Isaiah 32:13

for the ground of my people growing thorns and briars, indeed, for every joyous house in the jubilant city.

Lamentations 2:11

My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief  , because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.

Ezekiel 20:15

However, I swore to them  in the wilderness that I would not bring them into the land I had given them #– #the most beautiful of all lands, flowing with milk and honey #– #

Ezekiel 20:6

On that day I swore  to them that I would bring them out  of the land of Egypt into a land I had searched out for them, a land flowing with milk and honey,  the most beautiful of all lands.

Joel 1:7

It has devastated my grapevine and splintered my fig tree. It has stripped off its bark and thrown it away; its branches have turned white.

Nahum 2:7

Beauty  is stripped; she is carried away; her ladies-in-waiting moan like the sound of doves and beat their breasts.