Beat your breasts1 for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines213
and for the land of my people, a land overgrown with thorns and briers3-- yes, mourn4 for all houses of merriment and for this city of revelry.514
The fortress6 will be abandoned, the noisy city deserted;7 citadel and watchtower8 will become a wasteland forever, the delight of donkeys,9 a pasture for flocks,1015
till the Spirit11 is poured upon us from on high, and the desert becomes a fertile field,12 and the fertile field seems like a forest.1316
Justice14 will dwell in the desert15 and righteousness16 live in the fertile field.
The fruit of righteousness17 will be peace;18 the effect of righteousness will be quietness and confidence19 forever.
My people will live in peaceful20 dwelling places, in secure homes,21 in undisturbed places of rest.2219
Though hail23 flattens the forest24 and the city is leveled25 completely,
how blessed you will be, sowing26 your seed by every stream,27 and letting your cattle and donkeys range free.28