¹⁰ In little more than a year^(A)
    you who feel secure will tremble;
the grape harvest will fail,^(B)
    and the harvest of fruit will not come.

7 What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs^(A) that I crave.