|7||Revised Standard Version||Passage|
|1||Woe is me! For I have become |
as when the summer fruit has been gathered,
as when the vintage has been gleaned:
there is no cluster to eat,
no first-ripe fig which my soul desires.
|Israel's moral corruption. Mic.7.1-7|
|2||The godly man has perished from the earth, |
and there is none upright among men;
they all lie in wait for blood,
and each hunts his brother with a net.
|3||Their hands are upon what is evil, to do it diligently; |
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 their watchmen,
of their punishment, has come;
now their confusion is at hand.
|5||Put no trust in a neighbor, |
have no confidence in a friend;
guard the doors of your mouth
from her who lies in your bosom;
|6||for the son treats the father with contempt, |
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.
|7||But as for me, I will look to the LORD, |
I will wait for the God of my salvation;
my God will hear me.