12. beating your breasts for the pleasant fields,for the fruitful vine,
13. for my people’s soilgrowing barbs and thorns,for all the joyous housesin the jubilant town.
14. The palace will be deserted,the crowded city abandoned.Stronghold and watchtowerwill become empty fields forever,suited for the pleasure of wild donkeys,and a pasture for flocks—
15. until a spirit from on highis poured out on us,and the desert turns into farmland, and the farmland is considered a forest.
16. Then justice will reside in wild lands,and righteousness will abide in farmlands.