Isaiah 32:9–13

Rise up, you women who are at ease, hear my voice;

you complacent daughters, give ear to my speech.

In little more than a year

you will shudder, you complacent women;

for the grape harvest fails,

the fruit harvest will not come.

Tremble, you women who are at ease,

shudder, you complacent ones;

strip, and make yourselves bare,

and tie sackcloth around your waist.

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,

for the fruitful vine,

for the soil of my people

growing up in thorns and briers,

yes, for all the joyous houses

in the exultant city.

You women who are so complacent,

rise up and listen to me;

you daughters who feel secure,

hear what I have to say!

In little more than a year

you who feel secure will tremble;

the grape harvest will fail,

and the harvest of fruit will not come.

Tremble, you complacent women;

shudder, you daughters who feel secure!

Strip off your fine clothes

and wrap yourselves in rags.

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,

for the fruitful vines

and for the land of my people,

a land overgrown with thorns and briers—

yes, mourn for all houses of merriment

and for this city of revelry.

Stand up, you complacent women;

listen to me.

Pay attention to what I say,

you overconfident daughters.

In a little more than a year

you overconfident ones will shudder,

for the grapes will fail

and the harvest will not come.

Shudder, you complacent ones;

tremble, you overconfident ones!

Strip yourselves bare

and put sackcloth around your waists.

Beat your breasts in mourning

for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,

for the ground of my people

growing thorns and briers,

indeed, for every joyous house in the jubilant city.

Listen, you women who lie around in ease.

Listen to me, you who are so smug.

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.

Tremble, you women of ease;

throw off your complacency.

Strip off your pretty clothes,

and put on burlap to show your grief.

Beat your breasts in sorrow for your bountiful farms

and your fruitful grapevines.

For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers.

Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.

Women who are at ease, rise up; hear my voice!

Carefree daughters, listen to my word!

In a year you will tremble, carefree ones,

for the vintage will come to an end;

the harvest will not come.

Tremble, you who are at ease;

tremble, carefree ones;

strip, and strip yourself,

and gird yourself on your loins,

mourning over breasts,

over fields of delight,

over the fruitful vine,

over the soil of my people.

It goes up in thorns and briers,

indeed over all of the houses of joy in the jubilant city.

Rise up, ye women that are at ease; hear my voice,

Ye careless daughters; give ear unto my speech.

Many days and years shall ye be troubled, ye careless women:

For the vintage shall fail, the gathering shall not come.

Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones:

Strip you, and make you bare, and gird sackcloth upon your loins.

They shall lament for the teats,

For the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers;

Yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city: