7 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.

² The faithful have been swept from the land;^(A)
    not one^(B) upright person remains.
Everyone lies in wait^(C) to shed blood;^(D)
    they hunt each other^(E) with nets.^(F)

⁴ The best of them is like a brier,^(A)
    the most upright worse than a thorn^(B) hedge.
The day God visits you has come,
    the day your watchmen sound the alarm.
    Now is the time of your confusion.^(C)