10. In a little over a year,the carefree will shudder,because the grape harvest will fail;the vintage won’t arrive.
11. Tremble, all of you who are at ease;shudder, all of you who are secure!Strip yourselves, bare your skin,and tie mourning clothes around your waist,
12. beating your breasts for the pleasant fields,for the fruitful vine,
13. for my people’s soilgrowing barbs and thorns,for all the joyous housesin the jubilant town.
14. The palace will be deserted,the crowded city abandoned.Stronghold and watchtowerwill become empty fields forever,suited for the pleasure of wild donkeys,and a pasture for flocks—