Woe is me, for I became like one gathering stubble in a harvest time and like a gleaning in a vintage, there being no cluster to eat the firstfruits. Woe is me, soul.
For the devout man has perished from the land, and one who does right among men does not exist; all are judged for bloodshed, each one oppresses his neighbor; they oppress with oppression.
Their goods are as a moth-eating one, and as a thornbush under a watchman’s measure, in a day of watching. Woe, woe! Your punishments have come; now their lamentations shall be.
For a son dishonors father, a daughter rises up against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man’s enemies are all the men in his house
I will bear the wrath of the Lord, because I sinned against him, until he justify my cause and execute my judgment; and he will bring me out into the light, I shall see his righteousness.
And my enemy shall see, and shame shall cover her, she who says to me, Where is the Lord your God? My eyes shall look on her; now she shall be for trampling, like mire in the streets.
In that day, and your cities shall come into leveling, and into partition of Assyrians, and your fortified cities into partition from Tyre as far as the river of Syria, a day of water and of tumult
Shepherd your people with your staff, the sheep of your inheritance, dwelling alone in a forest in the midst of Carmel; they shall graze Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old.
They shall lick dust like serpents, they shall be disturbed in their confinement; because of the Lord our God they shall be beside themselves and shall fear because of you.
Who is a God like you, taking away injustices and passing over acts of ungodliness for the remnant of his inheritance, and he has not held fast his anger for a testimony, because he is one who desires mercy?