There Is No Upright Person
Woe is me! For I am
Like the fruit pickers, like the grape gatherers.
There is not a cluster of grapes to eat,
Or a first‑ripe fig which my soul desires.
2 The holy one has perished from the land,
And there is no upright person among men.
All of them lie in wait for bloodshed;
Each of them hunts the other with a net.
3 Concerning evil, both hands do it well.
The prince asks, also the judge, for a payment,
And a great man speaks the craving of his soul;
So they weave it together.
4 The best of them is like a briar,
The most upright like a thorn hedge.
The day when you post your watchmen,
Your punishment will come.
At that time their panic will happen.
5 Do not believe in a neighbor;
Do not have confidence in a close companion.
From her who lies in your bosom
Guard the openings of your mouth.
6 For son treats father as a wicked fool;
Daughter rises up against her mother,
Daughter‑in‑law against her mother‑in‑law;
A man’s enemies are the men of his own household.
Yahweh Is a Light for Me
7 But as for me, I will watch expectantly for Yahweh;
I will wait for the God of my salvation.
My God will hear me.