1Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits,
2The good man is perished out of the earth:
3That they may do evil with both hands earnestly,
4The best of them is as a brier:
5Trust ye not in a friend,
6For the son dishonoureth the father,
7Therefore I will look unto the Lord;
8Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy:
9I will bear the indignation of the Lord, because I have sinned against him,
10Then she that is mine enemy shall see it, and shame shall cover her
11In the day that thy walls are to be built,
12In that day also he shall come even to thee
13Notwithstanding the land shall be desolate because of them that dwell therein,
14Feed thy people with thy rod, the flock of thine heritage,
15According to the days of thy coming out of the land of Egypt
16The nations shall see and be confounded at all their might:
17They shall lick the dust like a serpent,
18Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity,
19He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us;
20Thou wilt perform the truth to Jacob, and the mercy to Abraham,