The vanished harvest

9You complacent women, rise up; hear my voice. You confident daughters, listen to my word.

10In little more than a year you will tremble, you complacent women, because the grape harvest will fail; the fruit harvest will not come.

11Tremble, you complacent women; shudder, you confident ones. Strip, make yourselves bare, and tie sackcloth around your waist.

12They beat their breasts in mourning over the delightful fields, over the fruitful vine.

13On the land of my people, thorn and brier will come up; indeed, over all the joyful houses in the exultant city.

14For the palace is abandoned, the crowded city is forsaken; Ophel and the watchtower have become caves forever, a joy for wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks.