9Secure women, arise; hear my voice. Trusting daughters, listen to my word.10For days upon a year you who trust will tremble, because the vintage is finished and the gathering does not come.11Tremble, you secure ones; tremble, you who trust; strip and strip and gird upon the loins.12Mourn upon breasts, upon soil of delight, upon a fruitful vine.13Upon the soil of my people thorn and brier will come up, yes, upon all the houses of joy in the jubilant town.14For the citadel is left and the crowd of the city is forsaken; the hill and the watchtower have become caves forever, the rejoicing of wild donkeys, the pasture of flocks.15Until the spirit from on high is uncovered upon us, the wilderness becomes a plantation, and the plantation is reckoned a wood.16Justice will dwell in the wilderness, and righteousness will dwell in the plantation.17The work of righteousness will be peace, and the service of righteousness quietness and security forever.18My people will dwell in a pasture of peace, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.19Hail will fall when the wood goes down, and the city will be brought low in humiliation.20Blessed are you who sow upon all waters, who send the foot of the cattle and the donkey.