Wait for the God of Salvation

1 Woe is me! For I have become 1as when the summer fruit has been gathered, as when the grapes have been gleaned: there is no cluster to eat, no 2first-ripe fig that my soul desires.
2 3The godly has perished from the earth, and 4there is no one upright among mankind; 5they all lie in wait for blood, and 6each hunts the other with a net.
3 7Their hands are on what is evil, to do it well; 8the prince and 9the judge ask for a bribe, and the great man utters the evil desire of his soul; thus they weave it together.
4 The best of them is 10like a brier, the most upright of them a thorn hedge. The day of 11your watchmen, of your punishment, has come; 12now their confusion is at hand.
5 13Put no trust in a neighbor; have no confidence in a friend; guard 14the doors of your mouth from her who lies in your arms;a
6 for 15the son treats the father with contempt, the daughter rises up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; 16a man's enemies are the men of his own house.
7 But as for me, I will look to the LORD; 17I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.