Isaiah 32:11-15

Tremble, you women who are at ease; Be troubled, you complacent daughters; Strip, undress, and put sackcloth on your waist,

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,

For the land of my people in which thorns and briars will come up; Indeed, for all the joyful houses and for the jubilant city.

For the palace has been neglected, the populated city abandoned. Hill and watch-tower have become caves forever, A delight for wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks,

Until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high, And the wilderness becomes a fertile field, And the fertile field is considered as a forest.