9. Rise up, you women who are at ease,Hear my voice;You complacent daughters,Give ear to my speech.
10. In a year and some daysYou will be troubled, you complacent women;For the vintage will fail,The gathering will not come.
11. Tremble, you women who are at ease;Be troubled, you complacent ones;Strip yourselves, make yourselves bare,And gird sackcloth on your waists.
12. People shall mourn upon their breastsFor the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.