CLV(i)
12 Beat in wailing on the breasts, over the coveted fields, over the fruitful vine,
13 over the ground of My people where thorn and buckthorn are coming up, over all the houses of elation, of the joyous town."
14 For the citadel shall be abandoned. The throng of the city shall forsake it. The hump and lookout become caves, in the future, till the eon; an elation of wild asses, a pasture for droves,