Translations
Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:
Upon the soil of My people thorns and briars shall spring up—upon all the houses of merriment, upon the city of revelry.
Thorns and briars will overrun the very soil of My people—swallowing up the once-joyful houses, choking the streets of the once-exuberant city.
and for the land of my people, overgrown with thorns and briers—even for every house of merriment in this city of revelry.

