7 Israel: I am filled with sadness, like one who, after the grapes have been gathered,
        after all the summer fruit has been picked, can find nothing to eat,
    Not a cluster of grapes, not even one of those early figs I love.
²     The faithful have disappeared from the land, and no one honest remains;
        they are all alert for blood, hunting their neighbors with a net.
³     The hands of those who should know better are good at doing evil:
        the ruler and the judge ask for bribes;
    The people in power merely mention their deepest desires,
        and the ruler and judge make sure they happen.