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.