Micah 7:1-3 ▼

1 Woe is me! I am like the one who gathers summer fruit, when the vines have been gleaned; There is no cluster to eat, no early fig that I crave.

2 The faithful have vanished from the earth, no mortal is just! They all lie in wait to shed blood, each one ensnares the other.

3 Their hands succeed at evil; the prince makes demands, The judge is bought for a price, the powerful speak as they please.