Micah 7:1-6

The Prophet's Lament over Corruption

Micah 7:1-6
1
My woe is to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
2
Perished hath the kind out of the land, And upright among men--there are none, All of them for blood lie in wait, Each his brother they hunt with a net.
3
On the evil are both hands to do it well, The prince is asking--also the judge--for recompence, And the great--he is speaking the mischief of his soul, And they wrap it up.
4
Their best one is as a brier, The upright one--than a thorn-hedge, The day of thy watchmen--Thy visitation--hath come. Now is their perplexity.
5
Believe not in a friend, trust not in a leader, From her who is lying in thy bosom keep the openings of thy mouth.
6
For a son is dishonouring a father, A daughter hath stood against her mother, A daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law, The enemies of each are the men of his house.
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