• Micah 7:1

    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.

  • Micah 7:2

    The gooda man is perished out of the earth: and there is none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother with a net.

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