Isaiah 32:12-14

12Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,

13for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers, yes, for all the joyous houses in the exultant city.

14For the palace is forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens forever, a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks;