Rise up, you women that are at ease; hear my voice, you complacent daughters; give ear unto my speech.

In a little more than a year shall you be troubled, you complacent women: for the vintage shall fail, the gathering shall not come.

Tremble, you women that are at ease; be troubled, you complacent ones: strip yourselves, and make yourselves bare, and gird sackcloth upon your waists.