1Woe to me, for I have become like the gatherer of summer fruit, like the gleaner of the vintage. There is no cluster to eat; my soul desires the firstborn of it.2The faithful have perished from the land, and there is no upright one among men. They all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother for destruction.3On the evil of their hands to do good; the ruler asks and the judge for a bribe, and the great one speaks the calamity of his nephesh—he and they twist it.4The best of them is like a brier, the most upright like a thornbush. The day of your watchmen, of your visitation has come; now their confusion will be.5Do not believe evil, do not trust a clan leader—from the one lying in your bosom guard the openings of your mouth.6For a son treats a father as a vile person, a daughter rises up against her mother, a bride against her mother-in-law; the enemies of a man are the men of his house.7But as for me, I will watch in the LORD; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me.