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Rise up, you women who are at ease, Hear my voice; You complacent daughters, Give ear to my speech.
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In a year and some days You will be troubled, you complacent women; For the vintage will fail, The gathering will not come.
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Tremble, you women who are at ease; Be troubled, you complacent ones; Strip yourselves, make yourselves bare, And gird sackcloth on your waists.
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People shall mourn upon their breasts For the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.
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On the land of my people will come up thorns and briers, Yes, on all the happy homes in the joyous city;
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Because the palaces will be forsaken, The bustling city will be deserted. The forts and towers will become lairs forever, A joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks--
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Until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high, And the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, And the fruitful field is counted as a forest.
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Then justice will dwell in the wilderness, And righteousness remain in the fruitful field.
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The work of righteousness will be peace, And the effect of righteousness, quietness and assurance forever.
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My people will dwell in a peaceful habitation, In secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places,
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Though hail comes down on the forest, And the city is brought low in humiliation.
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Blessed are you who sow beside all waters, Who send out freely the feet of the ox and the donkey.