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Ezekiel 21:12 - New Revised Standard Version

12 Cry and wail, O mortal, for it is against my people; it is against all Israel's princes; they are thrown to the sword, together with my people. Ah! Strike the thigh!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 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

12 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)

12 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

12 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

12 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

12 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 be feeble, and every human heart will melt,


Wail, you shepherds, and cry out; roll in ashes, you lords of the flock, for the days of your slaughter have come—and your dispersions, and you shall fall like a choice vessel.


They shall come and sing aloud on the height of Zion, and they shall be radiant over the goodness of the Lord, over the grain, the wine, and the oil, and over the young of the flock and the herd; their life shall become like a watered garden, and they shall never languish again.


For after I had turned away I repented; and after I was discovered, I struck my thigh; I was ashamed, and I was dismayed because I bore the disgrace of my youth.”


The sword is given to be polished, to be grasped in the hand; It is sharpened, the sword is polished, to be placed in the slayer's hand.


For consider: What! If you despise the rod, will it not happen? says the Lord God.


And you, mortal, prophesy; Strike hand to hand. Let the sword fall twice, thrice; it is a sword for killing. A sword for great slaughter— it surrounds them;


As for you, vile, wicked prince of Israel, you whose day has come, the time of final punishment,


Moan therefore, mortal; moan with breaking heart and bitter grief before their eyes.


The princes of Israel in you, everyone according to his power, have been bent on shedding blood.


Mortal, prophesy, and say, Thus says the Lord God: Wail, “Alas for the day!”


Thus says the Lord God: Clap your hands and stamp your foot, and say, Alas for all the vile abominations of the house of Israel! For they shall fall by the sword, by famine, and by pestilence.


All hands shall grow feeble, all knees turn to water.


While they were killing, and I was left alone, I fell prostrate on my face and cried out, “Ah Lord God! will you destroy all who remain of Israel as you pour out your wrath upon Jerusalem?”


Put on sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, pass the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God! Grain offering and drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.


Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of the Lord is coming, it is near—


For this I will lament and wail; I will go barefoot and naked; I will make lamentation like the jackals, and mourning like the ostriches.


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