Micah 7:1
King James VersionSource notes
“Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.”
Context
1Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
2The good is perished out of the earth: and none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother with a net.
3That they may do evil with both hands earnestly, the prince asketh, and the judge for a reward; and the great he uttereth his mischievous desire: so they wrap it up.
4The best of them as a brier: the most upright than a thorn hedge: the day of thy watchmen thy visitation cometh; now shall be their perplexity.