7 Woe is me! For I have become
    ^(A)as when the summer fruit has been gathered,
    as when the grapes have been gleaned:
there is no cluster to eat,
    no ^(B)first-ripe fig that my soul desires.

^2 (A)The godly has perished from the earth,
    and ^(B)there is no one upright among mankind;
^(C)they all lie in wait for blood,
    and ^(D)each hunts the other with a net.