32 ⁹ Rise up, you women who are at ease, hear my voice;
you complacent daughters, give ear to my speech.
32 ¹⁰ In little more than a year
you will shudder, you complacent women;
for the vintage will fail,
the fruit harvest will not come.
32 ¹¹ Tremble, you women who are at ease,
shudder, you complacent ones;
strip, and make yourselves bare,
and gird sackcloth upon your loins.
32 ¹² Beat upon your breasts for the pleasant fields,
for the fruitful vine,
32 ¹³ for the soil of my people
growing up in thorns and briers;
yea, for all the joyous houses
in the joyful city.
32 ¹⁴ For the palace will be forsaken,
the populous city deserted;
the hill and the watchtower
will become dens for ever,
a joy of wild asses,
a pasture of flocks;
32 ¹⁵ until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high,
and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field,
and the fruitful field is deemed a forest.
32 ¹⁶ Then justice will dwell in the wilderness,
and righteousness abide in the fruitful field.
32 ¹⁷ And the effect of righteousness will be peace,
and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust for ever.
32 ¹⁸ My people will abide in a peaceful habitation,
in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.
32 ¹⁹ And the forest will utterly go down,
and the city will be utterly laid low.
32 ²⁰ Happy are you who sow beside all waters,
who let the feet of the ox and the ass range free.