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Rise up, you women who are at ease! Hear my voice!
    You careless daughters, give ear to my speech!
10 For days beyond a year you will be troubled, you careless women;
    for the vintage will fail.
    The harvest won’t come.
11 Tremble, you women who are at ease!
    Be troubled, you careless ones!
    Strip yourselves, make yourselves naked,
    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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