8 And the noble counselled noble things, And he for noble things riseth up.
9 Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear 'to' my saying,
10 Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.
11 Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,
12 For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
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