11 Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones: strip ye, and make you bare, and gird [sackcloth] upon [your] loins.
12 They shall lament for the breasts, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.
13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns [and] briers; also, upon all the houses of joy [in] the joyous city:
14 Because the palaces shall be forsaken; the multitude of the city shall be left; the forts and towers shall be for dens for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;
15 Until the spirit shall be poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness shall be a fruitful field, and the fruitful field shall be counted for a forest.
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