Beatyour breastsfor the pleasantfields,for the fruitfulvine,
Behold,the LORDlaysthe earthwaste,devastatesit, distortsits surfaceand scattersits inhabitants.
The newwinemourns,The vinedecays,Allthe merry-heartedsigh.
For the landof my people[in which] thorns[and] briarsshall comeup; Yea,for allthe joyfulhouses[and for] the jubilantcity.
My eyesfailbecause of tears,My spiritis greatlytroubled;My heartis pouredout on the earthBecauseof the destructionof the daughterof my people,When littleonesand infantsfaintIn the streetsof the city.
"AlsoI sworeto them in the wildernessthat I would not bringthem into the landwhichI had giventhem, flowingwith milkand honey,whichis the gloryof alllands,
on that dayI sworeto them, to bringthem out from the landof Egyptinto a landthat I had selectedfor them, flowingwith milkand honey,whichis the gloryof alllands.
It has mademy vinea wasteAnd my figtreesplinters.It has strippedthem bareand cast[them] away;Their brancheshave becomewhite.
It is fixed:She is stripped,she is carriedaway,And her handmaidsare moaninglike the soundof doves,Beatingon their breasts.
