1 Woe is me! I am like the one who gathers summer fruit,when the vines have been gleaned;There is no cluster to eat,no early fig that I crave.
2 The faithful have vanished from the earth,no mortal is just!They all lie in wait to shed blood,each one ensnares the other.
3 Their hands succeed at evil;the prince makes demands,The judge is bought for a price,the powerful speak as they please.
4 The best of them is like a brier,the most honest like a thorn hedge.The day announced by your sentinels!Your punishment has come;now is the time of your confusion.
5 Put no faith in a friend,do not trust a companion;With her who lies in your embracewatch what you say.
6 For the son belittles his father,the daughter rises up against her mother,The daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law,and your enemies are members of your household.