1 What misery is mine!I am like one who gathers summer fruitat the gleaning of the vineyard;there is no cluster of grapes to eat,none of the early figs that I crave.
2 The faithful have been swept from the land;not one upright person remains.Everyone lies in wait to shed blood;they hunt each other with nets.
3 Both hands are skilled in doing evil;the ruler demands gifts,the judge accepts bribes,the powerful dictate what they desire –they all conspire together.
4 The best of them is like a brier,the most upright worse than a thorn hedge.The day God visits you has come,the day your watchmen sound the alarm.Now is the time of your confusion.