⁹ Rise up, you women who are at ease, hear my voice;
    you complacent daughters, listen to my speech.^(A)
10 In little more than a year
    you will shudder, you complacent ones,
for the vintage will fail;
    the fruit harvest will not come.^(B)
11 Tremble, you women who are at ease;
    shudder, you complacent ones;
strip and make yourselves bare,
    and put sackcloth on your loins.^(C)
12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,^[a]
    for the fruitful vine,^(D)
13 for the soil of my people
    growing up in thorns and briers,
yes, for all the joyous houses
    in the jubilant city.^(E)

²² Receive instruction from his mouth,
    and lay up his words in your heart.^(A)