⁹ The land mourns; it languishes.
    Lebanon feels abashed; it withers.
Sharon is like the desert,
    and Bashan and Carmel are losing their leaves.^[a]
10 “Now I will arise,” says Yahweh.
    “Now I will lift myself up proudly;
    now I will raise myself.
¹¹ You conceive dry grass, you bring forth stubble;
    your breath is a fire; it will consume you.