⁴ Our soul is exceedingly filled
With the scorn of those who are at ease,
With the contempt of the proud.

⁹ Rise up, you women ^(A)who are at ease,
Hear my voice;
You complacent daughters,
Give ear to my speech.
¹⁰ In a year and some days
You will be troubled, you complacent women;
For the vintage will fail,
The gathering will not come.
¹¹ Tremble, you women who are at ease;
Be troubled, you complacent ones;
Strip yourselves, make yourselves bare,
And gird sackcloth on your waists.