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10 In little more than a year from now
    you complacent ones will be shaken.
For the vintage will fail
    and there will be no harvest.
11 Tremble, you complacent women;
    shudder, you who feel secure.
Strip yourselves bare,
    with only a loincloth to cover you.
12 Beat your breasts in mourning
    for the pleasant fields and the fruitful vines,

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