CAB(i)
9 Rise up, you rich women, and hear my voice; you confident daughters, hearken to my words.
10 Remember for a full year in pain, yet with hope; the vintage has been cut off; it has ceased, it shall by no means come again.
11 Be amazed, be pained, you confident ones; strip, bare yourselves, gird your loins
12 and beat your breasts, because of the pleasant field, and the fruit of the vine.
13 As for the land of my people, the thorn and grass shall come upon it, and joy shall be removed from every house.
14 As for the rich city, the houses are deserted; they shall abandon the wealth of the city, and the pleasant houses; and the villages shall be caves forever, the joy of wild donkeys, shepherds' pastures;