7 Woe is me! For I have become
like the gatherings of summer,
like the gleanings of the grape harvest,
when there is no cluster of grapes to eat
2 The faithful person has perished from the land,
All of them lie in wait;
3 Their hands are upon evil, to do it well;
and the great man utters the evil desire of his soul;
4 The best of them is like a brier;
The day of your watchman, your punishment, has come;
5 Do not put faith in a friend;
Guard the doorways of your mouth
6 For a son treats a father with contempt;
a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law;
7 But as for me, I will look to Yahweh;
8 You should not rejoice over me, O my enemy!
when I sit in darkness
9 I will bear the rage of Yahweh,
until he pleads my cause
He will bring me out to the light;
10 Then my enemy will see,
“Where is Yahweh your God?”
now she will become a trampling place,
11 A day for building your walls;
12 On that day he will come to you
and from Egypt to the River,
13 But the earth will be a desolation
14 Shepherd your people with your staff,
those dwelling alone in a forest
Let them feed in Bashan and Gilead,
15 As in the days when you came out
16 The nations will see and be ashamed
They will lay the hand on the mouth;
17 They will lick the dust like the serpent,
They will come trembling from their strongholds
18 Who is a God like you, forgiving sin
He does not retain his anger forever,
19 He will again have compassion[fn] on us;
And you will hurl all their sins
20 You will show faithfulness to Jacob,
as you have sworn to our ancestors[fn]