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Woe is me! For I am Like the fruit pickers, like the grape gatherers. There is not a cluster of grapes to eat, [Or] a first-ripe fig [which] I crave.
The godly person has perished from the land, And there is no upright [person] among men. All of them lie in wait for bloodshed; Each of them hunts the other with a net.