To make them suffer in Zion, Giving them a ashes instead of garland, The oil of mourning instead of gladness, The mantle of fainting instead of a spirit of praises. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the daemon lord, that he may be glorified. Then they will rebuild the ancient ruins, They will raise up the former devastations; And they will repair the ruined cities, The desolations of many generations. Strangers will stand and pasture your flocks, And foreigners will be your farmers and your vinedressers.…
