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.