Micah 7:1–4

Sorrow for Israel’s Sins

7 Woe is me!

For I am like those who gather summer fruits,

Like those who aglean vintage grapes;

There is no cluster to eat

Of the first-ripe fruit which bmy soul desires.

2 The cfaithful 1man has perished from the earth,

And there is no one upright among men.

They all lie in wait for blood;

dEvery man hunts his brother with a net.

3 That they may successfully do evil with both hands—

The prince asks for gifts,

The judge seeks a ebribe,

And the great man utters his evil desire;

So they scheme together.

4 The best of them is flike a brier;

The most upright is sharper than a thorn hedge;

The day of your watchman and your punishment comes;

Now shall be their perplexity.

Read more