International Standard Version and over the land of my people overgrown with thorns and briers— yes, over all the houses of merriment and over this city of revelry.
American Standard Version Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.
Young's Literal Translation Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
