8 But the noble devises noble things,and by noble things he stands.
9 Rise up, you women who are at ease,hear my voice;you careless daughters,give ear to my speech.
10 Within a year and a few daysyou shall be troubled, you careless daughters;for the vintage is endedand the fruit gathering shall not come.
11 Tremble, you women who are at ease;be troubled, you careless daughters;strip, undress,and put sackcloth on your waist.
12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,for the fruitful vine,
13 for the land of my peoplein which thorns and briers shall come up,yes, for all the joyful housesand for the jubilant city;
14 because the palaces have been forsaken,the populated city is forsaken.The forts and towers shall be caves forever,a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks,