Behold, the Lord will lay waste to the earth, and he will strip it, and he will afflict its surface, and he will scatter its inhabitants.
Isaiah 32:12 - Catholic Public Domain Version Mourn over your breasts, over the delightful country, over the fruitful vineyard. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition They shall beat upon their breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine, American Standard Version (1901) They shall smite upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine. Common English Bible beating your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine, Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Mourn for your breasts, for the delightful country, for the fruitful vineyard. English Standard Version 2016 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine, |
Behold, the Lord will lay waste to the earth, and he will strip it, and he will afflict its surface, and he will scatter its inhabitants.
The vintage has mourned. The vine has languished. All those who were rejoicing in their hearts have groaned.
Thorn and brier will rise up, over the soil of my people. How much more over all the houses of gladness, over the city of exultation?
CAPH. My eyes have exhausted their tears. My internal organs have become disturbed. My liver has been poured out on the earth, over the grief of the daughter of my people, when the little ones and the infants passed away in the streets of the town.
And so I lifted up my hand over them in the desert, so as not to lead them into the land that I had given to them, flowing with milk and honey, the foremost of all lands.
in that day, I lifted up my hand for their sake, so that I would lead them away from the land of Egypt, into a land which I had provided for them, flowing with milk and honey, which was singular among all lands.
He has put my vineyard into desolation, and he has pulled off the bark of my fig tree. He has stripped it bare and cast it away; its branches have become white.
And the foot soldier has been led away captive, and her handmaids were driven away, mourning like doves, murmuring in their hearts.