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Woe is me!
for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits,
as the grapegleanings of the vintage:
there is no cluster to eat:
my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
The good man is perished out of the earth:
and there is none upright among men:
they all lie in wait for blood;
they hunt every man his brother with a net.

That they may do evil with both hands earnestly,
the prince asketh, and the judge asketh for a reward;
and the great man, he uttereth his mischievous desire:
so they wrap it up.

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