Micah 7:1-2

1Woe to me! For I am Like harvests of summer fruit, like gleanings of 1grapes. There is not a cluster of grapes left to eat, Nor an 2early fig, which 3I crave.2The 4godly person has 5perished from the land, And there is no upright person among mankind. All of them lie in wait for 6bloodshed; Each of them hunts the other with a 7net.