Micah 7:4
“(Chapter 7, Verses 1 onwards) Woe is me, for I have become like one who gathers the grapes of the vineyard in autumn: there is no cluster to eat; my soul longed for the early figs. The holy one has perished from the earth, and there is no upright person among mankind. They all lie in wait for blood; each hunts his bro…”
Source: Septuagint
4therefore I will take away their goods as a devouring moth, and as one who acts by a rigid rule in a day of visitation. Woe, woe, thy times of vengeance are come; now shall be their lamentations.
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2For the godly is perished from the earth; and there is none among men that orders his way aright: they all quarrel even to blood: they grievously afflict every one his neighbor:
3they prepare their hands for mischief, the prince asks a reward, and the judge speaks flattering words; it is the desire of their soul:
— Micah 7:4 —
5Trust not in friends, and confide not in guides: beware of thy wife, so as not to commit anything to her.
6For the son dishonors his father, the daughter will rise up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law: those in his house shall be all a man’s enemies.