For fear of the briers and thorns, you will no longer traverse the hills once tilled by the hoe; they will become places for oxen to graze and sheep to trample.
The cities of Aroer are forsaken; they will be left to the flocks, which will lie down with no one to fear.
Lambs will graze as in their own pastures, and strangers will feed in the ruins of the wealthy.
She will never be inhabited or settled from generation to generation; no nomad will pitch his tent there, no shepherd wi
On that day a man will raise a young cow and two sheep,
So the seacoast will become a land of pastures, with wells for shepherds and folds for sheep.