7 The scoundrel’s methods are evil— he makes up wicked schemes to destroy the poor with lies, even when the plea of the needy is just.
8 But the noble devises noble plans, and for noble causes he stands.
9 Rise up, you women at ease, And hear my voice. You complacent daughters, give ear to my words.
10 Within a year and a few days you will shudder, complacent ones. For the grape harvest will fail and the gathering will not come.
11 Tremble, you women at ease! Shudder, you complacent ones! Strip and make yourselves bare, and put sackcloth on your waist.
12 Beat your breasts lamenting for pleasant fields, for fruitful vine,
13 for the land of my people, where thorns and briars come up, for all the joyful houses of the jubilant city.