1 Misery is mine!Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard:There is no cluster of grapes to eat.My soul desires to eat the early fig.
2 The godly man has perished out of the earth,and there is no one upright amongst men.They all lie in wait for blood;every man hunts his brother with a net.
3 Their hands are on that which is evil to do it diligently.The ruler and judge ask for a bribe;and the powerful man dictates the evil desire of his soul.Thus they conspire together.
4 The best of them is like a brier.The most upright is worse than a thorn hedge.The day of your watchmen,even your visitation, has come;now is the time of their confusion.
5 Don’t trust in a neighbour.Don’t put confidence in a friend.With the woman lying in your embrace,be careful of the words of your mouth!
6 For the son dishonours the father,the daughter rises up against her mother,the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law;a man’s enemies are the men of his own house.