9. You women who are so complacent,rise up and listen to me;you daughters who feel secure,hear what I have to say!
10. In little more than a yearyou who feel secure will tremble;the grape harvest will fail,and the harvest of fruit will not come.
11. Tremble, you complacent women;shudder, you daughters who feel secure!Strip off your fine clothesand wrap yourselves in rags.
12. Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,for the fruitful vines