Isaiah 32:12 - English Standard Version 2016

¹² Beat your 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.

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

Behold, the Lord will empty the earth and make it desolate, and he will twist its surface and scatter its inhabitants.

Isaiah 24:7

The wine mourns, the vine languishes, all the merry-hearted sigh.

Isaiah 32:13

for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers, yes, for all the joyous houses in the exultant city.

Lamentations 2:11

My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.

Ezekiel 20:15

Moreover, I swore to them in the wilderness that I would not bring them into the land that I had given them, a land flowing with milk and honey, the most glorious of all lands,

Ezekiel 20:6

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

Joel 1:7

It has laid waste my vine and splintered my fig tree; it has stripped off their bark and thrown it down; their branches are made white.

Nahum 2:7

its mistress is stripped; she is carried off, her slave girls lamenting, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.