1 Woe is me! For I have become as when the summer fruit has been gathered,as when the grapes have been gleaned:there is no cluster to eat,no first-ripe fig that my soul desires.
2 The godly has perished from the earth,and there is no one upright among mankind; they all lie in wait for blood,and each hunts the other with a net.
3 Their hands are on what is evil, to do it well; the prince and the 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 like a brier,the most upright of them a thorn hedge.The day of your watchmen, of your punishment, has come; now their confusion is at hand.