11. Be astonished, ye rich women, be troubled, ye confident ones: strip yen, and be confounded, gird your loins.
12. Mourn for your breasts, for the delightful country, for the fruitful vineyard.
13. Upon the land of my people shall thorns and briers come up: how much more upon all the houses of joy, of the city that rejoiced?
14. For the house is forsaken, the multitude of the city is left, darkness and obscurity are come upon its dens for ever. A joy of wild asses, the pastures of docks,
15. Until the spirit be poured upon us from on high: and the desert shall be se a charmel, and charmel shall be counted for a forest.
16. And judgment shall dwell in the wilderness, and justice shall sit in charmel.
17. And the work of justice shall be peace, and the service of justice quietness, and security for ever.
18. And my people shall sit in the beauty of peace, and in the tabernacles of confidence, and in wealthy rest.
19. But hail shall be in the descent of the forest, and the city shall be made very low.
20. Blessed are ye that sow upon all waters, sending thither the foot of the ox and the ass.