Verse Comparison: Isaiah 17:11
American Standard Version
In the day of thy planting thou hedgest it in, and in the morning thou makest thy seed to blossom; but the harvest fleeth away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
Amplified® Bible
And in the day of your planting you hedge it in, and in the morning you make your seed to blossom, yet [promising as it is] the harvest shall be a heap of ruins {and} flee away in the day of expected possession and of desperate sorrow {and} sickening, incurable pain.
Contemporary English Version
The plants may sprout and blossom that very same morning, but it will do you no good, because you will suffer endless agony.
Darby English Version
in the day of thy planting wilt thou make [them] to grow, and on the morrow wilt thou make thy seed to flourish; [but] the harvest will flee in the day of taking possession, and the sorrow will be incurable.
Good News Bible
But even if they sprouted and blossomed the very morning you planted them, there would still be no harvest. There would be only trouble and incurable pain.
King James Version
In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
New American Standard Bible
In the day that you plant {it} you carefully fence {it} in, And in the morning you bring your seed to blossom; {But} the harvest will {be} a heap In a day of sickliness and incurable pain.
New International Version
though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
and on the morning when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest will be as nothing
in the day of disease and incurable pain.
New King James Version
In the day you will make your plant to grow,
And in the morning you will make your seed to flourish;
But the harvest will be a heap of ruins
In the day of grief and desperate sorrow.
N.A.S.B. in E-Prime
In the day that you plant it you carefully fence it in, And in the morning you bring your seed to blossom; But the harvest will become a heap In a day of sickliness and incurable pain.
Revised Standard Version
though you make them grow on the day that you plant them, and make them blossom in the morning that you sow; yet the harvest will flee away in a day of grief and incurable pain.
Young's Literal Translation
In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap `is' the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
