7And the miser -- his instruments [are] evil, He hath counselled wicked devices, To corrupt the poor with lying sayings, Even when the needy speaketh justly.
8And the noble counselled noble things, And he for noble things riseth up.
9Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear [to] my saying,
10Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.
11Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,
12For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
13Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
