Isaiah 32:13-15

13and for the land of my people, a land overgrown with thorns and briers— yes, mourn for all houses of merriment and for this city of revelry.

14The fortress will be abandoned, the noisy city deserted; citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland forever, the delight of donkeys, a pasture for flocks,

15till the Spirit is poured on us from on high, and the desert becomes a fertile field, and the fertile field seems like a forest.