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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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