Woe is me, for I have become like one gathering stubble at the harvest and like a gleaning at the vintage; there is no cluster to eat, no firstfruits. Woe is me, O my soul!
For the devout has perished from the earth, and there is no upright one among men. All contend for bloodshed; each oppresses his neighbor with oppression.
They make their hands ready for evil: the ruler demands, and the judge speaks peaceable words — it is the desire of his soul; and I will take them away.
Their good things are like a moth devouring and like one walking on a measuring rod. In the day of watching — woe, woe! Your punishments have come; now shall be their weeping.
For the son dishonors the father, the daughter rises up against her mother, the bride against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are all the men in his own house.
I will bear the wrath of the Lord, because I sinned against him, until he vindicates my cause and executes my judgment. He will bring me out into the light; I shall see his righteousness.
And my enemy shall see and shall be clothed with shame, she who said to me, "Where is the Lord your God?" My eyes shall look upon her; now she shall become something trodden down, like mire in the streets.
That day: your cities shall come to be leveled and divided up by the Assyrians; and your fortified cities shall be divided, from Tyre as far as the river of Syria. It is a day of water and of tumult.
Shepherd your people with your rod, the sheep of your inheritance, who dwell apart in a forest in the midst of Carmel. Let them graze in Bashan and Gilead as in the days of old.
They shall lick the dust like serpents that drag along the ground; they shall be confounded in their confinement. They shall be astounded at the Lord our God and shall be afraid of you.
Who is a God like you, removing injustices and passing over the ungodliness of the remnant of his inheritance? He did not retain his anger for a testimony, for he delights in mercy.