Micah 7:1
Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.
Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
Woe is me! For I am like when they have gathered the summer fruits, like the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desired the first ripe fruit.
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
Woe{H480} is me! for I am as when they have gathered{H625} the summer fruits,{H7019} as the grape gleanings{H5955} of the vintage:{H1210} there is no cluster{H811} to eat;{H398} my soul{H5315} desireth{H183} the first-ripe fig.{H1063}
Woe{H480} is me! for I am as when they have gathered{H625} the summer fruits{H7019}, as the grapegleanings{H5955} of the vintage{H1210}: there is no cluster{H811} to eat{H398}{(H8800)}: my soul{H5315} desired{H183}{(H8765)} the firstripe fruit{H1063}.
Wo is me: I am become as one, that goeth a gleenynge in the haruest. There are no mo grapes to eate, yet wolde I fayne (with all my herte) haue of the best frute.
Wo is me, for I am as the sommer gatherings, and as the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eate: my soule desired the first ripe fruites.
Wo is me, I am become as one that goeth a gleanyng in the haruest: there are no mo grapes to eate, yet would I faine with al my hearte haue of the best fruite.
¶ Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: [there is] no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vinyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
My wo `is' to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first-ripe fig.
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first-ripe fig.
Sorrow is mine! for I am as when they have got in the summer fruits, like the last of the grapes: there is nothing for food, not even an early fig for my desire.
Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
Micah Laments Judah’s Sin Woe is me! For I am like those gathering fruit, and those harvesting grapes, when there is no grape cluster to eat, and no fresh figs that my stomach craves.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
10 The fields are devastated, and the ground mourns, because the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the olive oil fails.
11 Be ashamed, you farmers; wail, you vinekeepers, for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree withers; the pomegranate, the palm, and the apple tree—all the trees of the field are dried up. Indeed, joy has withered away from the people.
7 It has laid waste my vine and ruined my fig tree. It has stripped off their bark and thrown it away; their branches are made white.
8 Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
16 Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 The seeds shrivel beneath their clods, the storehouses are desolate, the granaries are broken down, for the grain has dried up.
18 How the cattle groan! The herds of livestock wander in confusion because they have no pasture; even the flocks of sheep are suffering.
20 The harvest is past, the summer has ended, and we are not saved.
19 Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
20 My tent is destroyed, and all its ropes are broken. My children have left me—they are no more. There is no one to pitch my tent or set up my curtains.
7 For the vineyard of the Lord of Hosts is the house of Israel, and the people of Judah are the planting of His delight. He expected justice but saw bloodshed; He expected righteousness but heard cries of distress.
5 Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, and live among the tents of Kedar.
5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is gone and the flower becomes a ripening grape, the branches will be cut with pruning knives, and the spreading branches will be removed and discarded.
16 "Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
17 Though the fig tree does not blossom and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though the sheep are cut off from the fold and there are no cattle in the stalls,
2 The godly have perished from the land, and there is no upright person among humanity. All of them lie in wait for blood; they hunt each other with nets.
11 All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to stay alive. "Look, LORD, and consider, for I am despised."
12 "Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
9 Therefore, I weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah. I drench you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh, for over your summer fruits and your harvest, shouts of joy have fallen silent.
10 Joy and gladness are taken away from the fertile fields. In the vineyards, no songs are sung, no cheers are heard. No one treads out wine in the presses—the cheerful shouting has stopped.
13 I will take away their harvest, declares the LORD. There will be no grapes on the vine, no figs on the tree, and even the leaves will wither. What I have given them will be taken from them.
7 The new wine dries up, the vine withers, and all the merry-hearted groan.
5 If thieves came to you, if robbers came by night—oh, how you would be ruined!—would they not steal only enough for themselves? If grape gatherers came to you, would they not leave some gleanings?
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
19 I called to my lovers, but they deceived me. My priests and my elders perished in the city while searching for food to revive their strength.
20 See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
17 In all the vineyards there will be wailing, for I will pass through your midst—this is what the Lord has declared.
1 This is what the Lord God showed me: behold, a basket of summer fruit.
2 And He said, 'What do you see, Amos?' And I said, 'A basket of summer fruit.' Then the Lord said to me, 'The end has come upon My people Israel; I will no longer overlook their sins.'
4 The fading flower of its glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, will be like an early fig before the summer harvest—when someone sees it, they quickly swallow it while it is still in their hand.
7 My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
13 Woe to them because they have strayed from me! Destruction to them because they have rebelled against me! I long to redeem them, but they speak lies about me.
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you wine drinkers, because of the fresh wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.
32 I will weep for you, vine of Sibmah, more than for Jazer. Your branches spread to the sea, reaching as far as Jazer. The destroyer has fallen upon your summer fruit and your grape harvest.
7 As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
16 The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for we have sinned!
11 Therefore, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
9 The land mourns and languishes; Lebanon is ashamed and withers. Sharon has become like a desert; Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
20 You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.