Isaiah 32:13-15 Over the soil of my people, thorns and briars, shall grow,––Yea, over all houses of joy, thou city exultant!

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹³ Over the soil of my people, thorns and briars, shall grow,––Yea, over all houses of joy, thou city exultant! ¹⁴ For, the palace, is abandoned, The tumult of the city, hath ceased––Hill and watch–tower, serve as caves, unto times age–abiding, The joy of wild–asses, The pasture of flocks:–– ¹⁵ Until there be poured out upon us the spirit, from on high,––Then shall, the wilderness, become, garden–land, And, the garden–land, for a forest, be reckoned;