12 Lament upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruit-bearing vine.
13 Weeds and thornbushes come up over the ground of My people, indeed, over all the houses of joy, the city of revelry;
14 for the palace is abandoned, the crowded city deserted. Hill and watchtower serve as caves forever, a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks;
15 until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness shall become garden-land, and the garden-land be reckoned as a forest.
16 Then right-ruling shall dwell in the wilderness, and righteousness remain in the garden-land.
17 The work of righteousness shall be peace, and the service of righteousness be rest and safety forever.
18 And My people shall dwell in a home of peace, and in safe dwellings, and in undisturbed resting places,