⁹ You women^(A) who are so complacent,
    rise up and listen^(B) to me;
you daughters who feel secure,^(C)
    hear what I have to say!
¹⁰ In little more than a year^(D)
    you who feel secure will tremble;
the grape harvest will fail,^(E)
    and the harvest of fruit will not come.
¹¹ Tremble,^(F) you complacent women;
    shudder, you daughters who feel secure!^(G)
Strip off your fine clothes^(H)
    and wrap yourselves in rags.^(I)
12 Beat your breasts^(J) for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vines^(K)
13 and for the land of my people,
    a land overgrown with thorns and briers^(L)—
yes, mourn^(M) for all houses of merriment
    and for this city of revelry.^(N)
14 The fortress^(O) will be abandoned,
    the noisy city deserted;^(P)
citadel and watchtower^(Q) will become a wasteland forever,
    the delight of donkeys,^(R) a pasture for flocks,^(S)
15 till the Spirit^(T) is poured on us from on high,
    and the desert becomes a fertile field,^(U)
    and the fertile field seems like a forest.^(V)