Verse List for MIC 7:1

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B I ◄ ↨ Mic 7:1 ↓ → ═ ©

Text critical issues=none Clarity of original=clear Importance to us=normal Speaker(s)=Narrator (All still tentative.)

OET (OET-RV) I’m miserable because I’ve become like the gathering of left-over fruit, ⇔ and like the grapes that have already been gleaned. ⇔ There’s no grape clusters to eat, ⇔ and none of the ripe early figs that I really felt like.

OET-LV woe to_me if/because I _have _become like_gathering(s)_of summer _fruit like_gleanings _of the_grape _harvest there_is_not a _cluster _of _grapes to_eat an _early _fig appetite _of_my it _craves.

ULT Woe to me! ⇔ For I have become like the gatherings of summer fruit, ⇔  like the gleanings of the grape harvest. ⇔ There is no cluster to eat, ⇔  no early fig, that my soul desires.

UST I am very miserable! ⇔ It is because I am very frustrated like someone who looks for fruit to pick ⇔  after everyone else has already picked all of the summer fruit and harvested all of the grapes. ⇔ I am like someone who cannot find a single cluster of grapes to eat ⇔  or an early fig, which he longs for.

BSB & MSB Woe is me! ⇔ For I am like one gathering summer fruit ⇔  at the gleaning of the vineyard; ⇔ there [is no] cluster to eat, ⇔  no early fig that I crave.

OEB Woe, woe is me, for I have become ⇔ like a field after harvest, ⇔ like a vineyard after gathering; ⇔ not a cluster of grapes to eat, ⇔ not a fig that anyone desires.

WEBBE & WMBB Misery is mine! ⇔  Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard. ⇔  There is no cluster of grapes to eat. ⇔  My soul desires to eat the early fig.

NET I am depressed! ⇔ Indeed, it is as if the summer fruit has been gathered, ⇔ and the grapes have been harvested. ⇔ There is no grape cluster to eat, ⇔ no fresh figs that I crave so much.

LSV 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 has my soul desired.

FBV I'm totally miserable! I've become like someone trying to glean summer fruit after the grape harvest is over. I can't find any grapes to eat, and there are no early figs that I love.

T4T I am very miserable/frustrated! ⇔ I am like [SIM] someone who is hungry, who searches for fruit to pick ⇔  after all the fruit had been picked ⇔ and who finds no grapes or figs to eat.

LEB
• 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
  • or early ripened fruit that my soul desires.

BBE Sorrow is mine! for I am as when they have got in the summer fruits, like the last of the grapes: there is nothing for food, not even an early fig for my desire.

Moff Alas for us, alas! ⇔ As when the fruit is gathered, ⇔ and the vintage gleaned, ⇔ there is no bunch of grapes to eat, ⇔ no choice morsel of a fig,

JPS Woe is me! for I am as the last of the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage; there is no cluster to eat; nor first-ripe fig which my soul desireth.

ASV Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first-ripe fig.

DRA Woe is me, for I am become as one that gleaneth in autumn the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, my soul desired the firstripe figs.

YLT 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.

Drby Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer-fruits, as the grape-gleanings of the vintage. There is no cluster to eat; there is no early fruit [which] my soul desired.

RV Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the firstripe fig.
(Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape-gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth/desires the first ripe fig.)

SLT Wo to me! for I was as the gatherings of the fruit harvest, as the gleanings of the vintage, no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fig.

Wbstr Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape-gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fruit.

KJB-1769 Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.[fn]
(Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape-gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fruit.)

KJB-1611 ¶ [fn]Woe is mee, for I am as when they haue gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eate: my soule desired the first ripe fruit.
(Modernised spelling is same as from KJB-1769 above, apart from punctuation and footnotes)

Bshps Wo is me, I am become as one that goeth a gleanyng in the haruest: there are no mo grapes to eate, yet would I faine with al my hearte haue of the best fruite.
(Woe is me, I am become as one that goeth/goes a gleaning in the harvest: there are no more grapes to eat, yet would I feign with all my heart have of the best fruit.)

Gnva Woe is me, for I am as the sommer gatherings, and as the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eate: my soule desired the first ripe fruites.
(Woe is me, for I am as the summer gatherings, and as the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fruits.)

Cvdl Wo is me: I am become as one, that goeth a gleenynge in the haruest. There are no mo grapes to eate, yet wolde I fayne (with all my herte) haue of the best frute.
(Woe is me: I am become as one, that goeth/goes a gleaning in the harvest. There are no more grapes to eat, yet would I gladly (with all my herte) have of the best fruit.)

Wycl Wo to me, for Y am maad as he that gaderith in heruest rasyns of grapis; there is no clustre for to ete; my soule desiride figis ripe bifore othere.
(Woe to me, for I am made as he that gathereth/gathers in harvest raisins of grapes; there is no clustre for to eat; my soul desired figs ripe before other.)

Luth Ach, es gehet mir wie einem, der im Weinberge nachlieset, da man keine Trauben findet zu essen, und wollte doch gerne der besten Früchte haben.
(Oh_dear, it goes to_me as/like on, the/of_the in_the vineyards reads, there man no grapes finds to/for eat, and wanted though/but gladly/willingly the/of_the best fruit have.)

ClVg [Væ mihi, quia factus sum sicut qui colligit in autumno racemos vindemiæ ! non est botrus ad comedendum, præcoquas ficus desideravit anima mea.
([Alas/Woe(pl) to_me, because became I_am like who/which collects in/into/on autumno racemos vintage ! not/no it_is cluster to eatndum, I_begwhich fig_tree desired the_soul my.)

UHB אַ֣לְלַי לִ֗⁠י כִּ֤י הָיִ֨יתִי֙ כְּ⁠אָסְפֵּי־קַ֔יִץ כְּ⁠עֹלְלֹ֖ת בָּצִ֑יר אֵין־אֶשְׁכּ֣וֹל לֶ⁠אֱכ֔וֹל בִּכּוּרָ֖ה אִוְּתָ֥ה נַפְשִֽׁ⁠י׃ ‡

BrLXX Οἴμοι, ὅτι ἐγενήθην ὡς συνάγων καλάμην ἐν ἀμητῷ, καὶ ὡς ἐπιφυλλίδα ἐν τρυγητῳ, οὐχ ὑπάρχοντος βότρυος τοῦ φαγεῖν τὰ πρωτόγονα. οἴμοι ψυχὴ,

BrTr Alas for me! for I am become as one gathering straw in harvest, and as one gathering grape-gleanings in the vintage, when there is no cluster for me to eat the first-ripe fruit: alas my soul!