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Micah 7:1 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

1 How sad for me! For I am like one who – when the summer fruit has been gathered after the gleaning of the grape harvest   – finds no grape cluster to eat, no early fig, which I crave.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 WOE IS me! For I am as when the summer fruits have been gathered, as when the vintage grapes have been gleaned and there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig for which my appetite craves.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 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.

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Common English Bible

1 I’m doomed! I’ve become like one who, even after the summer fruit has been gathered, after the ripened fruits have been collected, has no cluster of grapes to eat, no ripe fig that I might desire.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Woe to me, for I have become just like one who gleans the clusters of the vintage in autumn. There is no cluster of grapes to consume; my soul desired figs out of season.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 Woe is me, for I am become as one that gleaneth in autumn the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, my soul desired the firstripe figs.

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Micah 7:1
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Many a person proclaims his own loyalty, but who can find a trustworthy person?


Only gleanings will be left in Israel, as if an olive tree had been beaten – two or three olives at the very top of the tree, four or five on its fruitful branches. This is the declaration of the  Lord, the God of Israel.


For this is how it will be on earth among the nations: like a harvested olive tree, like a gleaning after a grape harvest.


From the ends of the earth we hear songs: The Splendour of the Righteous One. But I said, ‘I waste away! I waste away! Woe is me.’ The treacherous act treacherously; the treacherous deal very treacherously.


The fading flower of his beautiful splendour, which is on the summit above the rich valley, will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest. Whoever sees it will swallow it while it is still in his hand.


Then I said: Woe is me,  for I am ruined, because I am a man of unclean lips and live among a people of unclean lips, and because my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Armies.


Woe is me, my mother, that you gave birth to me, a man who incites dispute and conflict in all the land. I did not lend or borrow, yet everyone curses me.


One basket contained very good figs, like early figs,  but the other basket contained very bad figs, so bad that they were inedible.


I hear a cry like a woman in labour, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child. The cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands: ‘Woe is me, for my life is weary because of the murderers! ’


“You have said, ‘Woe is me, because the Lord has added misery to my pain! I am worn out with  groaning and have found no rest.’ ”


Roam  through the streets of Jerusalem. Investigate; search in her squares. If you find one person, any who acts justly, who pursues faithfulness, then I will forgive her.


I discovered Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw your ancestors like the first fruit of the fig tree in its first season. But they went to Baal-peor, consecrated themselves to Shame,  , and became abhorrent, like the thing they loved.


The firstfruits of all that is in their land, which they bring to the Lord, belong to you. Every clean person in your house may eat them.


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