13 ^aOn the land of my people will come up thorns and briers,
Yes, on all the happy homes in ^bthe joyous city; ‡

14 ^aBecause the palaces will be forsaken,
The bustling city will be deserted.
The forts and towers will become lairs forever,
A joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks— ‡

16 Then justice will dwell in the wilderness,
And righteousness remain in the fruitful field.

17 ^aThe work of righteousness will be peace,
And the effect of righteousness, quietness and assurance forever. ‡