11. Tremble, you women at ease! Shudder, you complacent ones! Strip and make yourselves bare, and put sackcloth on your waist.
12. Beat your breasts lamenting for pleasant fields, for fruitful vine,
13. for the land of my people, where thorns and briars come up, for all the joyful houses of the jubilant city.
14. For the palace will be abandoned; the bustling city will be deserted; the citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland forever, a delight of wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks,
15. until the Ruach is poured out on us from on high, and the desert becomes a garden, and a garden seems like a forest.
16. Then justice will dwell in the wilderness, and righteousness abide in the garden.
17. The result of righteousness will be shalom and the effect of righteousness will be quietness and confidence forever.
18. My people will live in a peaceful place, in secure dwellings, quiet resting places.
19. Then hail will flatten the forest; and the city will be utterly laid low.
20. Blessed are you, sowing by all waters, letting the feet of the ox and the donkey range free.