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Ezekiel 21:12 - Revised Standard Version

12 Cry and wail, son of man, for it is against my people; it is against all the princes of Israel; they are delivered over to the sword with my people. Smite therefore upon your 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 man's heart will melt,


“Wail, you shepherds, and cry, and roll in ashes, you lords of the flock, for the days of your slaughter and dispersion have come, and you shall fall like choice rams.


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 be like a watered garden, and they shall languish no more.


For after I had turned away I repented; and after I was instructed, I smote upon my thigh; I was ashamed, and I was confounded, because I bore the disgrace of my youth.’


So the sword is given to be polished, that it may be handled; it is sharpened and polished to be given into the hand of the slayer.


For it will not be a testing—what could it do if you despise the rod?” says the Lord God.


“Prophesy therefore, son of man; clap your hands and let the sword come down twice, yea thrice, the sword for those to be slain; it is the sword for the great slaughter, which encompasses them,


And you, O unhallowed wicked one, prince of Israel, whose day has come, the time of your final punishment,


Sigh therefore, son of man; sigh with breaking heart and bitter grief before their eyes.


“Behold, the princes of Israel in you, every one according to his power, have been bent on shedding blood.


“Son of man, 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! because of all the evil abominations of the house of Israel; for they shall fall by the sword, by famine, and by pestilence.


All hands are feeble, and all knees weak as water.


And while they were smiting, and I was left alone, I fell upon my face, and cried, “Ah Lord God! wilt thou destroy all that remains of Israel in the outpouring of thy wrath upon Jerusalem?”


Gird on sackcloth and lament, O priests, wail, O ministers of the altar. Go in, pass the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God! Because cereal 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 stripped and naked; I will make lamentation like the jackals, and mourning like the ostriches.


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