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- "Woe is me! For I have becomeas when the summer fruit has been gathered,as when the vintage has been gleaned:there is no cluster to eat,no first-ripe fig which my soul desires."
- "The godly man has perished from the earth,and there is none upright among men;they all lie in wait for blood,and each hunts his brother with a net."
- "Their hands are upon what is evil, to do it diligently;the prince and the judge ask for a bribe,and the great man utters the evil desire of his soul;thus they weave it together."