Isaiah 32:13-15

Cry for the land of my people, in which only thorns and weeds now grow. Cry for the city that once was happy and for all the houses that once were filled with joy. The palace will be empty; people will leave the noisy city. Strong cities and towers will be empty. Wild donkeys will love to live there, and sheep will go there to eat. This will continue until God pours his Spirit from above upon us. Then the desert will be like a fertile field and the fertile field like a forest.