Woe is me! for I am as when they that have gathered the summer fruits: as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
The good man is perished out of the earth. There is None that are upright among men.
They all lie in wait for blood. They hunt every man his brother with a net.
That they may do evil with both hands earnestly. The prince asketh, the judges asketh for a reward;
the great man uttereth his mischievous desire. So they wrap it up.
The best of them is as a brier. The most upright is sharper than a thorn hedge.
The day of thy watchmen and visitation cometh.
Now shall be their perplexity.
Trust not in a friend. Put not your confidence in a guide.
Keep the doors of your mouth shut from her that lies at thy bosom.
For the son dishonoureth the father, and 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.
Remembering the word of the LORD that came upon the prophet Micah.
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