1 Woe is me! Because I am as the gathering of summer fruit,as the gleaning of grapes;there is no cluster to eat,no early fig that my soul desires.
2 The godly has perished from the earth,and no one is upright among men.All of them lie in wait for bloodshed;each hunts his brother with a net.
3 Both hands are upon evil, to do it well.The prince and the judge request the bribe,the powerful asserts the craving of his very soul—they intertwine together.
4 The best among them is like a brier,the most upright among them a bramble;the day of your watchmen,of your punishment, has come;now their confusion is at hand.
5 Do not trust in a companion,do not rely on a friend;from her who lies in your embrace,guard the doors of your mouth.
6 For the son dishonors the father,the daughter rises up against her mother,the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law—the enemies of a man are members of his own household.
7 But as for me, I watch for the Lord;I await the God of my salvation;my God will hear me.