13 for the ground of my people
growing thorns and briers,(A)
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 become
barren places forever,
the joy of wild donkeys,
and a pasture for flocks,
15 until the Spirit from heaven is poured out on us.(B)
Then the desert will become an orchard,
and the orchard will seem like a forest.(C)

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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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13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:

14 Because the palaces shall be forsaken; the multitude of the city shall be left; the forts and towers shall be for dens for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;

15 Until the spirit be poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness be a fruitful field, and the fruitful field be counted for a forest.

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