Isaiah 32:10

For days beyond a year shall ye be troubled, ye careless women; for the vintage shall fail, the ingathering shall not come.

In not much more than a year, you, who are not looking for evil, will be troubled: for the produce of the vine-gardens will be cut off, and there will be no getting in of the grapes.

In a year and [some] days shall ye be troubled, ye careless women; for the vintage shall fail, the ingathering shall not come.

For after days and a year, you that are confident shall be troubled: for the vintage is at an end, the gathering shall come no more.

For days beyond a year shall ye be troubled, ye careless women: for the vintage shall fail, the ingathering shall not come.

Shudder, you women relaxing! Tremble, you ladies who feel so safe! Strip off your clothes, bare yourselves and put on sackcloth around your waists.

For days beyond a year you will be troubled, you careless women; for the vintage shall fail. The harvest won’t come.

Yee women, that are carelesse, shall be in feare aboue a yeere in dayes: for the vintage shall faile, and the gatherings shall come no more.

Many days and years shall ye be troubled, ye careless women: for the vintage shall fail, the gathering shall not come.

In days and a year || You are troubled, O confident ones, || For harvest has been consumed, || The gathering does not come.

Many days and years shall ye be troubled, ye careless women: for the vintage shall fail, the gathering shall not come.

In a short time — just a little more than a year —<br>you careless ones will suddenly begin to care.<br>For your fruit crops will fail,<br>and the harvest will never take place.<br>

Many days and years shall ye be troubled, ye careless women: for the vintage shall fail, the gathering shall not come.

For days beyond a year you will be troubled, you careless women; for the vintage shall fail. The harvest won’t come.

For days beyond a year you will be troubled, you careless women; for the vintage will fail. The harvest won’t come.

For days beyond a year you will be troubled, you careless women; for the vintage shall fail. The harvest won’t come.

Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.