11. Tremble, you complacent women;shudder, you daughters who feel secure!Strip off your fine clothesand wrap yourselves in rags.
12. Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,for the fruitful vines
13. and for the land of my people,a land overgrown with thorns and briers –yes, mourn for all houses of merrimentand for this city of revelry.
14. The fortress will be abandoned,the noisy city deserted;citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland for ever,the delight of donkeys, a pasture for flocks,
15. till the Spirit is poured on us from on high,and the desert becomes a fertile field,and the fertile field seems like a forest.
16. The Lord’s justice will dwell in the desert,his righteousness live in the fertile field.