9 Rise up, you women who are at ease, And hear my voice; Give ear to my word, You complacent daughters. | |
10 Within a year and a few days You will be troubled, O complacent daughters; For the vintage is ended, And the fruit gathering will not come. | |
11 Tremble, you women who are at ease; Be troubled, you complacent 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 people in which thorns and briars shall come up; Yea, for all the joyful houses and for the jubilant city. | |
14 Because the palace has been abandoned, thel Lit multitude of thepopulated city forsaken. m Or OphelHill and watch-tower have become caves forever, A delight for wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks; | |
15 Until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high, And the wilderness becomes a fertile field, And the fertile field is considered as a forest. | |