A Prophecy of Deliverance, Chapter 33

In little more than a year, you will shudder, ou complasent women. The fruit harvest will not come. Tremble you women who are at ease. Strip and make yourselves bare and put sackcloth upon your loins. Beat upon your breasts. Hear my voice, you complaisant daughters. Give ear to my speech. In the time of trouble, at the thunderous noise, peoples flee. At the lifting up of yourself, nations are scattered. Spoil is gathered as the caterpillar gathers,. As locusts leap, men leap upon it. O lord, be gracious to us. Be our arm every morning, our salvation. Trembling has seized the