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Upon your breasts, continue smiting: For desirable fields, For fruitful vine.

Over the soil of my people, thorns and briars shall grow, - Yea over all houses of joy, thou city exultant!

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: -

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;

Then shall, justice inhabit, the wilderness, And righteousness, in the garden-land, shall abide;

And the yield of righteousness, shall be, peace, - And the tillage of righteousness, quietness, and confidence! to times age-abiding;

And my people shall dwell, In a borne of peace, - and In habitations of security, and In resting-places of comfort.

But it shall hail during the felling of the forest, And in a sunken place, shall, the city, sink.

How happy are ye who sow beside all waters, - Who send forth the foot of the ox and the ass.