9 Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear [to] my saying, 10 Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not. 11 Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins, 12 For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine. 13 Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city, 14 Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses -- a pasture of herds; 15 Till emptied out on us is the Spirit from on high, And a wilderness hath become a fruitful field, And the fruitful field for a forest is reckoned. 16 And dwelt in the wilderness hath judgment, And righteousness in the fruitful field remaineth. 17 And a work of the righteousness hath been peace, And a service of the righteousness -- Keeping quiet and confidence unto the age. 18 And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places. 19 And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in the valley is the city low. 20 Happy [are] ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!