In little more than a year1 you who feel secure will tremble; the grape harvest will fail,2 and the harvest of fruit will not come.
Tremble,3 you complacent women; shudder, you daughters who feel secure!4 Strip off your clothes,5 put sackcloth6 around your waists.
Beat your breasts7 for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines813
and for the land of my people, a land overgrown with thorns and briers9-- yes, mourn10 for all houses of merriment and for this city of revelry.1114
The fortress12 will be abandoned, the noisy city deserted;13 citadel and watchtower14 will become a wasteland forever, the delight of donkeys,15 a pasture for flocks,1615
till the Spirit17 is poured upon us from on high, and the desert becomes a fertile field,18 and the fertile field seems like a forest.1916
Justice20 will dwell in the desert21 and righteousness22 live in the fertile field.
The fruit of righteousness23 will be peace;24 the effect of righteousness will be quietness and confidence25 forever.
My people will live in peaceful26 dwelling places, in secure homes,27 in undisturbed places of rest.2819
Though hail29 flattens the forest30 and the city is leveled31 completely,
how blessed you will be, sowing32 your seed by every stream,33 and letting your cattle and donkeys range free.34