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Rise up, you (A)women who are at ease,
And hear my voice;
(B)Give ear to my word,
You complacent daughters.
10 Within a year and a few days
You will quake, O complacent daughters;
(C)For the grape harvest is ended,
And the fruit gathering will not come.
11 Tremble, you women who are at ease;
(D)Quake, you complacent daughters;
(E)Strip, undress, and put sackcloth on your waist,

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Listen, you women who lie around in ease.
    Listen to me, you who are so smug.
10 In a short time—just a little more than a year—
    you careless ones will suddenly begin to care.
For your fruit crops will fail,
    and the harvest will never take place.
11 Tremble, you women of ease;
    throw off your complacency.
Strip off your pretty clothes,
    and put on burlap to show your grief.

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