Micah 7:1-7 Wo to me! for I was as the gatherings of the fruit harvest, as the gleanings of the vintage, no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fig.

JuliaSmith⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Wo to me! for I was as the gatherings of the fruit harvest, as the gleanings of the vintage, no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fig. ² The merciful one perished from the earth, and none upright among men: they all will lie in wait for bloods; they will hunt each his brother with a net. ³ For doing evil with the hands to do well, the chief asking, and the judge, for peace; and the great one, he spake the mischief of his soul: and they will entangle it ⁴ Their good as the thorn, the upright more than the thorn-hedge: the day of thy watchings and thy reviewings came; now shall be their perplexity. ⁵ Ye shall not trust in a companion, ye shall not confide in a friend: watch the doors of thy mouth from her lying in thy bosom. ⁶ For the son despising the father, the daughter rising up against her mother, the bride against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies the men of his house. ⁷ I will look about for Jehovah, I will wait for God my deliverer; my God will hear me.