7 The scoundrel’s weapons are destructive;he hatches plots to destroy the needy with lies,even when the poor says what is right.
8 But a noble person plans noble things;he stands up for noble causes.
9 Stand up, you complacent women; listen to me.Pay attention to what I say,you overconfident daughters.
10 In a little more than a yearyou overconfident ones will shudder,for the vintage will failand the harvest will not come.
11 Shudder, you complacent ones;tremble, you overconfident ones!Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth around your waists.
12 Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,
13 for the ground of my peoplegrowing thorns and briers, indeed, for every joyous house in the joyful city.