In just a very short time Lebanon will turn into an orchard, and the orchard will be considered a forest.

This desolation will continue until new life is poured out on us from heaven. Then the desert will become an orchard and the orchard will be considered a forest.

Justice will settle down in the desert and fairness will live in the orchard.

The splendor of his forest and his orchard will be completely destroyed, as when a sick man’s life ebbs away.

Joy and happiness disappear from the orchards, and in the vineyards no one rejoices or shouts; no one treads out juice in the wine vats – I have brought the joyful shouts to an end.

Through your messengers you taunted the sovereign master, ‘With my many chariots I climbed up the high mountains, the slopes of Lebanon. I cut down its tall cedars and its best evergreens. I invaded its most remote regions, its thickest woods.