For the Lord said this to me: “Within one year, as a hired worker counts years, all the glory of Kedar will be gone.

“‘This will be the sign for you: This year you will eat what grows on its own, and in the second year what grows from that. But in the third year sow and reap, plant vineyards and eat their fruit.

Woe to Ariel, Ariel,
the city where David camped!
Continue year after year;
let the festivals recur.

In a little more than a year
you overconfident ones will shudder,
for the vintage will fail
and the harvest will not come.

On that day Tyre will be forgotten for 70 years—the life span of one king. At the end of 70 years, what the song says about the prostitute will happen to Tyre:

In her, a nursing infant will no longer live
only a few days,
or an old man not live out his days.
Indeed, the youth will die at a hundred years,
and the one who misses a hundred years will be cursed.