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Isaiah 32:13–14

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13and for the land of my people,

a land overgrown with thorns and briersh—

yes, mourni for all houses of merriment

and for this city of revelry.j

14The fortressk will be abandoned,

the noisy city deserted;l

citadel and watchtowerm will become a wasteland forever,

the delight of donkeys,n a pasture for flocks,o

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Cross references

  1. hSee Isa 5:6; Hos 10:8
  2. iSee Isa 24:11
  3. jSee Isa 23:7
  4. kSee Isa 13:22
  5. lSee Isa 6:11; See 27:10
  6. mSee Isa 2:15; 34:13
  7. nSee Ps 104:11
  8. oSee Isa 5:17

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ESVEnglish Standard Version

for the soil of my people

growing up in thorns and briers,

yes, for all the joyous houses

in the exultant city.

For the palace is forsaken,

the populous city deserted;

the hill and the watchtower

will become dens forever,

a joy of wild donkeys,

a pasture of flocks;

CSBChristian Standard Bible

for the ground of my people

growing thorns and briers,

indeed, for every joyous house in the jubilant city.

For the palace will be deserted,

the busy city abandoned.

The hill and the watchtower will become

barren places forever,

the joy of wild donkeys,

and a pasture for flocks,

NLTNew Living Translation

For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers.

Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.

The palace and the city will be deserted,

and busy towns will be empty.

Wild donkeys will frolic and flocks will graze

in the empty forts and watchtowers

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

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.

For the palace will be forsaken,

the crowded city deserted;

the hill and the watchtower will become a cave forever,

the joy of wild asses, a pasture for flocks.

KJV 1900King James Version

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

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

Because the palaces shall be forsaken;

The multitude of the city shall be left;

The forts and towers shall be for dens for ever,

A joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;