Isaiah 32:13
“Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:”
Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones: strip you, and make you bare, and gird sackcloth upon your loins.
They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.
Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:
Because the palaces shall be forsaken; the multitude of the city shall be left; the forts and towers shall be for dens for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;
Until the spirit be poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness be a fruitful field, and the fruitful field be counted for a forest.
Cross-References
“And I will bring the land into desolation: and your enemies which dwell therein shall be astonished at it.”
“A fruitful land into barrenness, for the wickedness of them that dwell therein.”
“And I will lay it waste: it shall not be pruned, nor digged; but there shall come up briers and thorns: I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain upon it.”
“Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.”
“Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.”