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Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,
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for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers; yes, for all the joyous houses in the jubilant city.
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For the palace will be forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens forever, the joy of wild asses, a pasture for flocks;
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until a spirit from on high is poured out on us, and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, and the fruitful field is deemed a forest.
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Then justice will dwell in the wilderness, and righteousness abide in the fruitful field.
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The effect of righteousness will be peace, and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust forever.
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My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.
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The forest will disappear completely, and the city will be utterly laid low.
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Happy will you be who sow beside every stream, who let the ox and the donkey range freely.