Micah 7:1-6 Alas for me! for I am become as gatherings of summer fruit, as gleaning–grapes in harvest, there is no cluster to eat, the first ripe fruit, my soul, craved.

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Alas for me! for I am become as gatherings of summer fruit, as gleaning–grapes in harvest, there is no cluster to eat, the first ripe fruit, my soul, craved. ² Perished is the man of lovingkindness out of the earth, and, upright among men, is there none,––they all, for bloodshed, lie in wait. Every man––for his brother, do they hunt as for one devoted to destruction. ³ Of wickedness with both hands to make sure, the ruler, doth make demand––and the judge––for a recompense,––and, as for the great man, he, is putting into words the desire of his soul, So have they woven the net! ⁴ The best of them, is as a sharp briar, and, the most upright, worse than a thorn hedge, The day of thy watchmen––of thy visitation, hath come, Now, shall be their confusion! ⁵ Do not trust in a friend, do not put confidence in an associate,––from her that lieth in thy bosom, keep thou the doors of thy mouth; ⁶ For, the son, treateth as foolish, the father, and, the daughter, riseth up against, her mother, the daughter–in–law against her mother–in–law,––The foes of a man, are the men of his own house.