Orchard

Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,

Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one tramples the grapes in the winepresses; I have put an end to the cheering.

In a very short time, will not Lebanon become an orchard, and the orchard seem like a forest?

In a very short time, will not Lebanon become an orchard, and the orchard seem like a forest?

…until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high. Then the desert will be an orchard, and the orchard will seem like a forest.

…until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high. Then the desert will be an orchard, and the orchard will seem like a forest.

Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard and from the fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the presses; no one treads them with shouts of joy; their shouts are not for joy.

The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, palm, and apple—all the trees of the orchard—are withered. Surely the joy of mankind has dried up.