13 and for the land of my people,

a land overgrown with thorns and briers—

yes, mourn for all houses of merriment

and for this city of revelry.

13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers;

Yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:

13 For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers.

Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.

13 On the land of my people will come up thorns and briers,

Yes, on all the happy homes in the joyous city;

13 Cry for the land of my people,

in which only thorns and weeds now grow.

Cry for the city that once was happy

and for all the houses that once were filled with joy.

13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.

13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thistles and briars, yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.

13 Mourn for my people’s land where thorns and briars will grow. 

Mourn for all the happy homes in a joyful city. 

13 for the ground of my people

growing thorns and briers,

indeed, for every joyous house in the joyful city.

13 for the soil of my people

growing up in thorns and briers;

yes, for all the joyous houses

in the jubilant city.

13 over the soil of my people.

It goes up in thorns and briers,

indeed over all of the houses of joy in the jubilant city.

13 My people’s land is overgrown with thorns and bushes.

Sob over all of the houses that were once filled with joy.

Cry over this city that used to be full of wild parties.

13 For the land of my people in which thorns and briars shall come up;

Yea, for all the joyful houses and for the jubilant city.