1Woe to me, for I have become like those who gather summer fruit, like those who glean the vintage; there is no cluster to eat, nor an early fig that my soul desired.2The pious has perished from the land, and an upright one is not found among men; they all lie in wait for blood; each man hunts his brother with a net.3Their hand reaches out for evil in order to do good; the ruler asks for payment, the judge acts for recompense, and the great one speaks the desire of his soul; they weave it.4The best of them is like a briar; the upright one is sharper than a hedge; the day of your watching, your punishment has come; now their confusion will occur.5Do not put faith in a neighbor; do not trust a close companion from the lying place of your bosom; guard the openings of your mouth.6For a son treats his father with contempt; a daughter rises against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house.7But as for me, I will watch for the LORD; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.