11 Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones; strip you, and make you bare, and gird [sackcloth] on your loins!
12 They shall smite on the breasts [in lamentation] for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vineyards.
13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thistles [and] briars, yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.
14 For the palace shall be deserted, the multitude of the city shall be forsaken; hill and watchtower shall be caves for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;
15 until the Spirit be poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness become a fruitful field, and the fruitful field be counted for a forest.
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