Isaiah 32:12–20

12 mourning over breasts,

over fields of delight,

over the fruitful vine,

13 over the soil of my people.

It goes up in thornsk and briers,l

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

14 For the palace will be forsaken,

the ⌊crowded city⌋m deserted;

the hill and the watchtower will becomen a cave forever,

the joy of wild asses, a pasture ⌊for⌋o flocks.

15 Until a spirit is poured out on us from on high,

and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field,

and the fruitful field is reckoned as the forest.

16 Thenp justice will dwell in the wilderness,

and righteousness will live in the fruitful field.

17 And the work of righteousness will be peace,

and the work of righteousness, quietness and security forever.

18 And my people will dwell in a settlement of peace

and in a dwelling place of security

and in undisturbed resting places.

19 And it hails when ⌊the forest comes down⌋,q

and the city will become low in humiliation.

20 Happy are you who sow by all waters,

who let the foot of the ox and the donkey go free.