^{9 Ref} Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear `to' my saying,

^{10 Ref} Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.

^{11 Ref} Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,

^{12 Ref} For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.

^{13 Ref} Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,