Isaias

11 Tremble, ye women that are at ease: be disquieted, ye confident ones; strip you, and make you bare, and gird (sackcloth) upon your loins.

12 They shall smite upon the breasts, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers ; yea, upon all houses of joy the exultant city.

14 For the palace is forsaken: the uproar of the city deserted; hill and watchtower serve for caves for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks: