11. Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones; strip you, and make you bare, and gird sackcloth on your loins!
12. They shall smite on the breasts in lamentation for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vineyards.
13. Upon the land of my people shall come up thistles and briars, yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.
14. For the palace shall be deserted, the multitude of the city shall be forsaken; hill and watchtower shall be caves for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;