Isaiah 32:11-13

New International Reader's Version

¹¹ So tremble, you contented women.
    Tremble with fear, you who feel so secure.
Take off your fine clothes.
    Wrap yourselves in rags.
¹² Beat your chests to show how sad you are.
    The pleasant fields have been destroyed.
    The fruitful vines have dried up.
¹³ My people’s land is overgrown with thorns and bushes.
    Mourn for all the houses that were once filled with joy.
    Cry over this city that used to be full of wild parties.