What misery is mine! I am like one who gathers summer fruit at the gleaning of the vineyard; there is no cluster of grapes to eat, none of the early figs1 that I crave.
The godly have been swept from the land;2 not one3 upright man remains. All men lie in wait4 to shed blood;5 each hunts his brother6 with a net.73
Both hands are skilled in doing evil;8 the ruler demands gifts, the judge accepts bribes,9 the powerful dictate what they desire-- they all conspire together.
The best of them is like a brier,10 the most upright worse than a thorn11 hedge. The day of your watchmen has come, the day God visits you. Now is the time of their confusion.125
Do not trust a neighbor; put no confidence in a friend.13 Even with her who lies in your embrace be careful of your words.
For a son dishonors his father, a daughter rises up against her mother,14 a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law-- a man's enemies are the members of his own household.157
But as for me, I watch16 in hope17 for the LORD, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear18 me.
Do not gloat over me,19 my enemy! Though I have fallen, I will rise.20 Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light.219
Because I have sinned against him, I will bear the LORD's wrath,22 until he pleads my case23 and establishes my right. He will bring me out into the light;24 I will see his righteousness.2510
Then my enemy will see it and will be covered with shame,26 she who said to me, "Where is the LORD your God?"27 My eyes will see her downfall;28 even now she will be trampled29 underfoot like mire in the streets.