Woe is me! For I have become like one who, after the summer fruit has been gathered, after the vintage has been gleaned, finds no cluster to eat; there is no first-ripe fig for which I hunger.
The faithful have disappeared from the land, and there is no one left who is upright; they all lie in wait for blood, and they hunt each other with nets.
Their hands are skilled to do evil; the official and the judge ask for a bribe, and the powerful dictate what they desire; thus they pervert justice. a4
The best of them is like a brier, the most upright of them a thorn hedge. The day of their b sentinels, of their c punishment, has come; now their confusion is at hand.
Put no trust in a friend, have no confidence in a loved one; guard the doors of your mouth from her who lies in your embrace;
for the son treats the father with contempt, the daughter rises up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; your enemies are members of your own household.
But as for me, I will look to the Lord, I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.
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