Micah 7:1-7

1Woe is me! For I am like gatherings of produce in summer, like gleanings of a vineyard. There is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig that I crave.

2The pious have perished from the land, there is none upright among mankind. All of them lie in wait for blood. A man hunts his brother with a net.

3Both hands are diligent at doing evil. The official and the judge ask for a bribe. The distinguished man utters a desire of his soul. Thus they weave it together.

4The best of them is like a prickly bush, the most upright like a thorn hedge. The day of your watchmen— of your visitation—is coming. Then their confusion will occur.

5Do not trust in a friend. Do not trust in a close companion. Guard the openings of your mouth from her who lies on your breast.

6For son treats father with contempt; daughter rises up against mother; daughter-in-law against mother-in-law: a man’s enemies are the people of his own house.

7But I—I will watch for Adonai. I will wait for the God of my salvation. My God will hear me.