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)