9 Rise up, ye women that are at ease, hear my voice; ye careless daughters, give ear unto my speech.
10 In a year and some days shall ye be troubled, ye careless women; for the vintage shall fail, the ingathering shall not come.
11 Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones; strip you, and make you bare, and gird sackcloth on your loins!
12 They shall smite on the breasts in lamentation for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vineyards.
13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thistles and briars, yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.
14 For the palace shall be deserted, the multitude of the city shall be forsaken; hill and watchtower shall be caves for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;
15 until the Spirit be poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness become a fruitful field, and the fruitful field be counted for a forest.