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The Women of Jerusalem
You women who are so complacent,
rise up and listen to me;
you daughters who feel secure,
hear what I have to say!
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In little more than a year
you who feel secure will tremble;
the grape harvest will fail,
and the harvest of fruit will not come.
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Tremble, you complacent women;
shudder, you daughters who feel secure!
Strip off your clothes,
put sackcloth around your waists.
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Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,
for the fruitful vines
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and for the land of my people,
a land overgrown with thorns and briers—
yes, mourn for all houses of merriment
and for this city of revelry.