Micah 7:1

Woe is me! so the prophet calls out in the name of the congregation, for I am as when they have gathered the summer-fruits, as when a few lonely stalks are left in the harvest-field, as the grape-gleanings of the vintage, when only a few berries are left, the entire picture being one of utter desolation; there is no cluster to eat, all the fruit having been removed; my soul desired the first-ripe fruit, panting for this delicacy, which was particularly relished by the people. The entire sentence may also be construed as an exclamation: Not a grape to eat! Not an early fig, such as my soul desired! The picture is now explained.