⁹ 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.