Micah 7:1–7

aWoe is me! for I am as †when they have gathered cthe summer fruits,

As dthe grapegleanings of the vintage:

There is no ecluster to eat:

My soul desired fthe firstripe fruit.

2  gThe ||hgood man is perished out of the earth:

And ithere is none upright among men:

They all jlie in wait for blood;

kThey hunt levery man his brother mwith a net.

3  That they may do evil with both hands earnestly,

nThe prince asketh, and nothe judge asketh for a reward;

And the great man, he uttereth †his mischievous desire:

So they qwrap it up.

4  The best of them is as ra brier:

The most upright is sharper than rsa thorn hedge:

The day of thy twatchmen and uthy visitation cometh;

Now shall be their vperplexity.

5  wTrust ye not in a friend,

Put ye not confidence in a xguide:

Keep ythe doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom.

6  For zabthe son cdishonoureth the father,

zThe daughter riseth up against her mother,

zThe daughter in law against her mother in law;

bdA man’s enemies are the men of his own house.

7  Therefore I will elook unto the Lord;

I will fwait for the God of my salvation:

gMy God will hear me.