⁹ Stand up, you complacent women;^(A)
listen to me.
Pay attention to what I say,
you overconfident daughters.
¹⁰ In a little more than a year
you overconfident ones will shudder,
for the vintage will fail
and the harvest will not come.
¹¹ Shudder, you complacent ones;
tremble, you overconfident ones!
Strip yourselves bare^(B)
and put sackcloth around your waists.
¹² Beat your breasts in mourning^(C)
for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,^(D)
13 for the ground of my people
growing thorns and briers,^(E)
indeed, for every joyous house in the joyful city.
¹⁴ For the palace will be forsaken,
the busy city abandoned.
The hill and the watchtower will become
barren places forever,
the joy of wild donkeys,
and a pasture for flocks,
¹⁵ until the Spirit from heaven is poured out on us.^(F)
Then the desert will become an orchard,
and the orchard will seem like a forest.^(G)