13Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
14Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses -- a pasture of herds;
15Till emptied out on us is the Spirit from on high, And a wilderness hath become a fruitful field, And the fruitful field for a forest is reckoned.
16And dwelt in the wilderness hath judgment, And righteousness in the fruitful field remaineth.
17And a work of the righteousness hath been peace, And a service of the righteousness -- Keeping quiet and confidence unto the age.
18And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
19And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in the valley is the city low.
