Micah 7:1-2

International Standard Version

7 Poor me!
I feel like those who harvest summer fruit,
        or like those who pick grapes—
there are no clusters to eat
    or any fresh fruit that I want.
² The faithful have died off,
    and there is not one upright human being in the land.
They all stalk one another^[a] with lethal intent,
    a man will even hunt his own brother with a net.