Be not afraid, ye beasts of the field, for sprouted have the pastures of the wilderness,—for, the tree, hath borne its fruit, the fig-tree and the vine, have yielded their wealth.
For, the seed, shall be secure—the vine, shall yield her fruit, and the land, yield her increase, and the heavens, yield their dew,—and I will cause this remnant of the people to inherit all these things.
For Yahweh hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her waste places, And hath made her wilderness like Eden, And her waste plain like the garden of Yahweh,—Joy and gladness, shall be found in her, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
So long were things thus, that, on coming unto a heap of twenty, then was it found to be ten,—on coming unto the vat to draw off fifty measures, then were there found to be twenty.
And was not, I, to spare Nineveh, the great city,—wherein are more than twelve times ten thousand human beings, who cannot discern between their right hand and their left, besides much cattle?
And they shall say, This land that was made desolate hath become like the garden of Eden,- And the cities that were waste and deserted and thrown down, now fenced, are inhabited;
And I will multiply The fruit of the tree, and The increase of the field,— To the end that ye may not receive any more the reproach of famine among the nations.