13. for the land of my people, where thorns and briars come up, for all the joyful houses of the jubilant city.
14. For the palace will be abandoned; the bustling city will be deserted; the citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland forever, a delight of wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks,
15. until the Ruach is poured out on us from on high, and the desert becomes a garden, and a garden seems like a forest.