And the work of righteousness will be peace,
And the service of righteousness, quietness and confidence forever.

Behold, a king will reign righteously
And princes will rule justly.

Until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high,
And the wilderness becomes a fertile field,
And the fertile field is considered as a forest.

Tremble, you women who are at ease;
Be troubled, you complacent daughters;
Strip, undress and put sackcloth on your waist,

Each will be like a refuge from the wind
And a shelter from the storm,
Like streams of water in a dry country,
Like the shade of a huge rock in a parched land.

Then my people will live in a peaceful habitation,
And in secure dwellings and in undisturbed resting places;

But the noble man devises noble plans;
And by noble plans he stands.

Rise up, you women who are at ease,
And hear my voice;
Give ear to my word,
You complacent daughters.

For a fool speaks nonsense,
And his heart inclines toward wickedness:
To practice ungodliness and to speak error against the Lord,
To keep the hungry person unsatisfied
And to withhold drink from the thirsty.

Because the palace has been abandoned, the populated city forsaken.
Hill and watch-tower have become caves forever,
A delight for wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks;

No longer will the fool be called noble,
Or the rogue be spoken of as generous.

Then justice will dwell in the wilderness
And righteousness will abide in the fertile field.

Then the eyes of those who see will not be blinded,
And the ears of those who hear will listen.

How blessed will you be, you who sow beside all waters,
Who let out freely the ox and the donkey.

Within a year and a few days
You will be troubled, O complacent daughters;
For the vintage is ended,
And the fruit gathering will not come.

As for a rogue, his weapons are evil;
He devises wicked schemes
To destroy the afflicted with slander,
Even though the needy one speaks what is right.

For the land of my people in which thorns and briars shall come up;
Yea, for all the joyful houses and for the jubilant city.

The mind of the hasty will discern the truth,
And the tongue of the stammerers will hasten to speak clearly.

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,

And it will hail when the forest comes down,
And the city will be utterly laid low.