7 Woe is me! For I am
Like the fruit pickers, like the ^(A)grape gatherers.
There is not a cluster of grapes to eat,
Or a ^(B)first-ripe fig which my soul desires.

² The ^[a]holy one has ^(A)perished from the land,
And there is no upright person among men.
All of them lie in wait for ^(B)bloodshed;
Each of them hunts the other with a ^(C)net.