LEB(i)
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.
14 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.
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.
and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, and the fruitful field is reckoned as the forest.