Micah 7:1-3

New American Standard Bible

7 Woe to me! For I am
Like harvests of summer fruit, like gleanings of ^(A)grapes.
There is not a cluster of grapes left to eat,
Nor an ^(B)early fig, which ^[a]I crave.
² The ^[b]godly person has ^(C)perished from the land,
And there is no upright person among mankind.
All of them lie in wait for ^(D)bloodshed;
Each of them hunts the other with a ^(E)net.
³ As for evil, both hands do it ^(F)well.
The leader asks for a ^(G)bribe, also the judge,
And the great one speaks the capricious desire of his soul;
So they plot it together.