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Isaiah 32:12 - 32:20

Beat your breasts for the desirable fields, for the fruitful vine,
For the land of my people in which thorns and briars shall come up,
Indeed, against all the joyful houses and the exultant city.
Because the palace has been abandoned, the populated city forsaken.
Hill and watchtower have become caves forever,
A joy for wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks,
Until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high,
And the wilderness becomes a fruitful orchard,
And the fruitful orchard is counted as a forest.
Then justice will dwell in the wilderness,
And righteousness will live in the fruitful orchard.
And the work of righteousness will be peace,
And the service of righteousness, quietness and security forever.
Then my people will live in a peaceful abode,
And in secure dwellings and in undisturbed resting places;
And it will hail when the forest comes down,
And the city will be utterly laid low.
How blessed will you be, you who sow beside all waters,
Who let out freely the ox and the donkey.