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Micah 7:1 - Y'all Version Bible

1 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.

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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  

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!


Many claim to be people of unfailing love, but who can find a faithful person?


Yet gleanings will be left there, like the shaking of an olive tree, two or three olives in the top of the uppermost bough, four or five in the outermost branches of a fruitful tree,” says YHWH, the God of Israel.


For it will be so within the earth among the peoples, as the shaking of an olive tree, as the gleanings when the vintage is done.


From the uttermost part of the earth have we heard songs. Glory to the righteous! But I said, “I pine away! I pine away! woe is me!” The treacherous have dealt treacherously. Yes, the treacherous have dealt very treacherously.


The fading flower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before the summer. Whoever sees it, picks and eats it immediately.


Then I said, “Woe is me! For I am undone, because I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips, for my eyes have seen the King, YHWH Almighty!”


Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife, and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; yet every one of them curses me.


One basket had very good figs, like the figs that had ripened early, and the other basket had very bad figs, so bad they could not be eaten.


For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”


‘You said, “Woe is me now! For YHWH has added sorrow to my pain! I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.”’


“Y’all are to go back and forth through the streets of Jerusalem, and investigate, consider, and search all its wide places. If y’all can find one person, if there is anyone who does justice and seeks truth, then I will pardon her.


I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw y’all’s ancestors as the first fruit of the fig tree at its first season. But they came to Baal Peor, and consecrated themselves to the shameful thing, and became detestable like the thing they loved.


The first-ripe fruits of all that is in their land, which they bring to YHWH belongs to you. Everyone who is clean in your house may eat of it.


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