Micah 7:1-2

Modern English Version

7 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.