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Chapter 7

More than One Righteous Person among the People

How great is my misery!
    I have become like one who,
when the summer fruit has been gathered
    and the vines have been gleaned,
finds not a single cluster of grapes to eat,
    nor any of those early figs for which I long.
The faithful have vanished from the land;
    there is no honest person to be found.
They all lie in wait to shed blood;
    each one hunts his brother with a net.

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Israel’s Misery

What misery is mine!
I am like one who gathers summer fruit
    at the gleaning of the vineyard;
there is no cluster of grapes to eat,
    none of the early figs(A) that I crave.
The faithful have been swept from the land;(B)
    not one(C) upright person remains.
Everyone lies in wait(D) to shed blood;(E)
    they hunt each other(F) with nets.(G)

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