12. Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,
13. for the ground of my peoplegrowing thorns and briers, indeed, for every joyous house in the joyful city.
14. For the palace will be forsaken,the busy city abandoned.The hill and the watchtower will becomebarren places forever,the joy of wild donkeys,and a pasture for flocks,
15. until the Spirit from heaven is poured out on us. Then the desert will become an orchard,and the orchard will seem like a forest.
16. Then justice will inhabit the wilderness,and righteousness will dwell in the orchard.