There Is No Upright Person
Woe is me! For I am
Like the fruit pickers, like the agrape gatherers.
There is not a cluster of grapes to eat,
Or a bfirst‑ripe fig which my soul desires.
2 The holy one has aperished from the land,
And there is no upright person among men.
All of them lie in wait for bbloodshed;
Each of them hunts the other with a cnet.
3 Concerning evil, both hands do it awell.
The prince asks, also the judge, for a bpayment,
And a great man speaks the craving of his soul;
So they weave it together.
4 The best of them is like a abriar,
The most upright like a bthorn hedge.
The day when you post your watchmen,
Your cpunishment will come.
At that time their dpanic will happen.
5 Do not abelieve 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 ason treats father as a wicked fool;
Daughter rises up against her mother,
Daughter‑in‑law against her mother‑in‑law;
bA man’s enemies are the men of his own household.