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The Prophet’s Lament

I am miserable.
I have become like someone gathering summer fruit
        when it is time to glean the vineyard.

    There is no bunch of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs I crave.
The faithful[a] have been carried off from the land.
    There is no one upright among mankind.
    They all lie in wait for blood.
    Each one hunts his brother with a net.
Both hands are skilled at evil.
    The officials ask for bribes,
    and the judges as well.
    The important man says what he wants.
    Together, they plot it out.
The best of them is like a brier bush,
    the most upright like a hedge of thorns.
    The day for your watchman,
    the day for your punishment has come.
    Now confusion[b] has come for them.

Do not trust a neighbor.
    Do not put confidence in a close friend.
    Watch what comes out of your mouth,
        even when you lie down with the wife you embrace.
For a son will declare that his father is a fool.
    A daughter will rise up against her mother,
    and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.
    A man’s enemies are the members of his own household.

But as for me, I will keep watching for the Lord.
    I will wait for God my Savior.
    My God will hear me.

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Footnotes

  1. Micah 7:2 Or the merciful
  2. Micah 7:4 Or panic