1  Woe is me! For I have become

as when the summer fruit has been gathered,

as when the grapes have been gleaned:

^lthere is no cluster to eat,

no first-ripe fig that my soul desires.

2  ^mThe godly has perished from the earth,

and there is no one upright among mankind;

they all lie in wait for blood,

and each hunts the other with a net.

3  Their hands are on what is evil, to do it well;

the prince and the judge ask for a ⁿbribe,

and the great man utters the evil desire of his soul;

thus they weave it together.

4  The best of them is like a brier,

the most upright of them a thorn hedge.

The day of your watchmen, of your punishment, has come;

now their confusion is at hand.

5  ^oPut no trust in a neighbor;

have no confidence in a friend;

guard the doors of your mouth

from her who lies in your arms;¹

6  for ^pthe son treats the father with contempt,

the daughter rises up against her mother,

the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law;

a man’s enemies are the men of his own house.

7  But as for me, I will look to the Lord;

I will wait for the God of my salvation;

my God will hear me.

8  Rejoice not over me, O my enemy;

when I fall, I shall rise;

when I sit in darkness,

the Lord will be a light to me.

9  I will bear the indignation of the Lord

because I have sinned against him,

until he ^qpleads my cause

and executes judgment for me.

He will bring me out to the light;

I shall look upon his vindication.

10  Then my enemy will see,

and shame will cover her who said to me,

^r“Where is the Lord your God?”

My eyes will look upon her;

now she will be trampled down

like the mire of the streets.