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The Prophet’s Lament

I am miserable.
I have become like someone gathering summer fruit
        when it is time to glean the vineyard.

    There is no bunch of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs I crave.
The faithful[a] have been carried off from the land.
    There is no one upright among mankind.
    They all lie in wait for blood.
    Each one hunts his brother with a net.

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Footnotes

  1. Micah 7:2 Or the merciful

Israel’s Misery

What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs(A) that I crave.
The faithful have been swept from the land;(B)
    not one(C) upright person remains.
Everyone lies in wait(D) to shed blood;(E)
    they hunt each other(F) with nets.(G)

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