¹⁰ In little more than a year^(A)
    you who feel secure will tremble;
the grape harvest will fail,^(B)
    and the harvest of fruit will not come.
¹¹ Tremble,^(C) you complacent women;
    shudder, you daughters who feel secure!^(D)
Strip off your fine clothes^(E)
    and wrap yourselves in rags.^(F)
12 Beat your breasts^(G) for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vines^(H)
13 and for the land of my people,
    a land overgrown with thorns and briers^(I)—
yes, mourn^(J) for all houses of merriment
    and for this city of revelry.^(K)