Micah 7:1-7

Modern English Version

7 Woe is me!
Because I am as the gathering of summer fruit,
    as the gleaning of grapes;
there is no cluster to eat,
    no early fig that my soul desires.
² The godly has perished from the earth,
    and no one is upright among men.
All of them lie in wait for bloodshed;
    each hunts his brother with a net.
³ Both hands are upon evil, to do it well.
    The prince and the judge request the bribe,
the powerful asserts the craving of his very soul—
    they intertwine together.
⁴ The best among them is like a brier,
    the most upright among them a bramble;
the day of your watchmen,
    of your punishment, has come;
    now their confusion is at hand.
⁵ Do not trust in a companion,
    do not rely on a friend;
from her who lies in your embrace,
    guard the doors of your mouth.
⁶ For the son dishonors the father,
    the daughter rises up against her mother,
the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law—
    the enemies of a man are members of his own household.