Coverdale(i)
9 Vp (ye rich and ydle cities), harken vnto my voyce. Ye careles cities, marcke my wordes.
10 After yeares and dayes shal ye be brought in feare, o ye carelesse cities. For Haruest shalbe out, and the grape gatheringe shal not come.
11 O ye rich ydle cities, ye that feare no parell, ye shalbe abashed and remoued: when ye se the barennesse, the nakednesse and preparinge to warre.
12 Ye shal knock vpo youre brestes, because of the pleasaunt felde, and because of the fruteful vynyarde.
13 My peoples felde shal bringe thornes and thistels, for in euery house is voluptuousnes & in the cities, wilfulnes.
14 The palaces also shalbe broken, and the greatly occupide cities desolate. The towers and bulwerckes shalbe become dennes for euermore, the pleasure of Mules shalbe turned to pasture for shepe: