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13 for the soil of my people
    growing up in thorns and briers;
yea, for all the joyous houses
    in the joyful city.
14 For the palace will be forsaken,
    the populous city deserted;
the hill and the watchtower
    will become dens for ever,
a joy of wild asses,
    a pasture of flocks;
15 until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high,
    and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field,
    and the fruitful field is deemed a forest.

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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)

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