10. You feel secure now. But in a little over a year you will tremble with fear. The grape harvest will fail. There won't be any fruit.
11. So tremble, you contented women. Tremble with fear, you who feel so secure. Take your fine clothes off. Put black clothes on.
12. Beat your chests to show how sad you are. The pleasant fields have been destroyed. The fruitful vines have dried up.
13. My people's land is overgrown with thorns and bushes. Sob over all of the houses that were once filled with joy. Cry over this city that used to be full of wild parties.