¹² Beat your breasts in sorrow for your bountiful farms
    and your fruitful grapevines.
¹³ For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers.
    Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.
¹⁴ The palace and the city will be deserted,
    and busy towns will be empty.
Wild donkeys will frolic and flocks will graze
    in the empty forts^[a] and watchtowers
¹⁵ until at last the Spirit is poured out
    on us from heaven.
Then the wilderness will become a fertile field,
    and the fertile field will yield bountiful crops.

¹⁶ Justice will rule in the wilderness
    and righteousness in the fertile field.
¹⁷ And this righteousness will bring peace.
    Yes, it will bring quietness and confidence forever.
¹⁸ My people will live in safety, quietly at home.
    They will be at rest.
¹⁹ Even if the forest should be destroyed
    and the city torn down,
²⁰ the Lord will greatly bless his people.
    Wherever they plant seed, bountiful crops will spring up.
    Their cattle and donkeys will graze freely.