and for the land of my people, overgrown with thorns and briers—even for every house of merriment in this city of revelry.
O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.
For even if they flee destruction, Egypt will gather them and Memphis will bury them. Their precious silver will be take
Her towers will be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She will become a haunt for jackals,
And on that day, in every place that had a thousand vines worth a thousand shekels of silver, only briers and thorns wil
I will make it a wasteland, neither pruned nor cultivated, and thorns and briers will grow up. I will command the clouds
The high places of Aven will be destroyed—it is the sin of Israel; thorns and thistles will overgrow their altars. Then
The Chaldeans set fire to the palace of the king and to the houses of the people, and they broke down the walls of Jerus
and fruitful land into fields of salt, because of the wickedness of its dwellers.
On that day the Lord GOD of Hosts called for weeping and wailing, for shaven heads and the wearing of sackcloth.
Then I asked: “How long, O Lord?” And He replied: “Until the cities lie ruined and without inhabitant, until the houses
As much as she has glorified herself and lived in luxury, give her the same measure of torment and grief. In her heart s