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The Lord’s People Confess Their Sin

Poor me!
    I am like those gathering summer fruit,
        like those picking grapes.
            But there aren’t any grapes to eat
                or any ripened figs that I crave.
Faithful people are gone from the earth,
    and no one is decent.
    All people lie in ambush to commit murder.
    They trap each other with nets.

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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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