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12 Beat your breasts in mourning
    for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vines,
13 because my people’s land will yield only thorns and briers.
Weep for all the houses where you partied,
    in the city where you celebrated.
14 Then the fortress will be abandoned.
The crowded city will be deserted.
The citadel and the watchtower will become
    rugged ruins[a] for a long time,
    enjoyed by wild donkeys,
    and a pasture for flocks,
15 until the Spirit is poured out on us from on high,
and the wilderness becomes a fertile field,
and the fertile field seems like a forest.
16 Then justice will dwell in the wilderness,
and righteousness will live in the fertile field.
17 The result of righteousness will be peace,
and righteousness will bring lasting tranquility and security.
18 My people will live in a peaceful place,
in secure dwellings,
and in quiet resting places.
19 Even if hail destroys the forest,
or if the city is totally leveled,
20 how blessed you will be,
as you sow seed beside streams,
and let your cattle and donkeys run free.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 32:14 Or animals’ dens