MSB(i)
9 Stand up, you complacent women; listen to me. Give ear to my word, you overconfident daughters.
10 In a little more than a year you will tremble, O secure ones. For the grape harvest will fail and the fruit harvest will not arrive.
11 Shudder, you ladies of leisure; tremble, you daughters of complacency. Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth around your waists.