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13 Cry for the land of my people.
    Cry because only thorns and weeds grow there now.
Cry for the city that once was happy.
    And cry for all the houses that once were filled with joy.
14 The palace will be empty.
    People will leave the noisy city.
Strong cities and towers will be empty.
    Wild donkeys will love to live there. Sheep will go there to eat.

Things Will Get Better

15 This will continue until God puts his Spirit from above into us.
    Then the desert will be like a fertile field.
    And the fertile field will be like a forest.

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13 and for the land of my people,
    a land overgrown with thorns and briers(A)
yes, mourn(B) for all houses of merriment
    and for this city of revelry.(C)
14 The fortress(D) will be abandoned,
    the noisy city deserted;(E)
citadel and watchtower(F) will become a wasteland forever,
    the delight of donkeys,(G) a pasture for flocks,(H)
15 till the Spirit(I) is poured on us from on high,
    and the desert becomes a fertile field,(J)
    and the fertile field seems like a forest.(K)

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