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 ^(C)perished from the land,
And there is no upright person among men.
All of them lie in wait for ^(D)bloodshed;
Each of them hunts the other with a ^(E)net.
³ Concerning evil, both hands do it ^(F)well.
The prince asks, also the judge, for a ^(G)payment,
And a great man speaks the craving of his soul;
So they weave it together.
⁴ The best of them is like a ^(H)briar,
The most upright like a ^(I)thorn hedge.
The day when you post your watchmen,
Your ^(J)punishment will come.
^[b]At that time their ^(K)panic will happen.
⁵ Do not ^(L)believe in a neighbor;
Do not have confidence in a close companion.
From her who lies in your bosom
Guard the openings of your mouth.
⁶ For ^(M)son treats father as a wicked fool;
Daughter rises up against her mother,
Daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law;
^(N)A man’s enemies are the men of his own household.

⁷ But as for me, I will ^(O)watch expectantly for Yahweh;
I will ^(P)wait for the God of my salvation.
My ^(Q)God will hear me.