Isaiah 32:12 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

¹² Smiting upon the breasts for the fields of desire, 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, Jehovah emptying the earth and making it waste, and subverting its face, and scattering its inhabitants.

Isaiah 24:7

The new wine mourned, the vine languished, all they joyful of heart, sighed

Isaiah 32:13

Upon the land of my people shall come up the thorn of the sharp point; so upon the houses of rejoicing of the exulting city.

Lamentations 2:11

Mine eyes failed with tears, my bowels were in a ferment, my liver was poured out to the earth, upon the breaking of the daughter of my people; in the fainting of the child and suckling in the wide places of the city.

Ezekiel 20:15

And also I lifted up my hand to them in the desert, not to bring them in to the land which I gave flowing milk and honey; this the glory to all lands

Ezekiel 20:6

In that day I lifted up my hand to them to bring them forth out of the land of Egypt to the land which I spied out for them flowing milk and honey; this the glory to all lands:

Joel 1:7

He set my vine for destruction, and my fig tree for breaking: he stripped off its covering and cast away; and its shoots were whitened.

Nahum 2:7

It was fixed, she was led away captive, she went up and her maids being led as the voice of doves smiting upon their heart