14 For the fortified tower has been forsaken;

The noisy city has been abandoned.+

Oʹphel+ and the watchtower have become a permanent wasteland,

A delight for wild donkeys,

A pasture for the flocks,+

15 Until the spirit is poured out on us from above,+

And the wilderness becomes an orchard,

And the orchard is regarded as a forest.+

21 And all your people will be righteous;

They will possess the land forever.

They are the sprout that I planted,

The work of my hands,+ for me to be beautified.+