Thorn and brier will rise up, over the soil of my people. How much more over all the houses of gladness, over the city of exultation?
Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:
For the land of my people growing over with thorns and briers–yes, for all the houses of joy in the joyous city.
Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.
for my people’s soil growing barbs and thorns, for all the joyous houses in the jubilant town.
Upon the land of my people shall thorns and briers come up. How much more upon all the houses of joy, of the city that rejoiced!
