Isa.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:

Isa.32.13

Weep for my people's gardens and farms that grow nothing but thistles and thornbushes. Cry tears, real tears, for the happy homes no longer happy, the merry city no longer merry.

Isa.32.13

and for the land of my people, a land overgrown with thorns and briers- yes, mourn for all houses of merriment and for this city of revelry.

Isa.32.13

On the land of my people will come up thorns and briers, Yes, on all the happy homes in the joyous city;