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- Woe is me! For I am Like the fruit pickers, like the grape gatherers There is not a cluster of grapes to eat, Or a first-ripe fig which I crave.
- The godly person has perished from the land, And there is no upright person among men All of them lie in wait for bloodshed; Each of them hunts the other with a net.
- Concerning evil, both hands do it well The prince asks, also the judge, for a bribe, And a great man speaks the desire of his soul; So they weave it together.
- The best of them is like a briar, The most upright like a thorn hedge The day when you post your watchmen, Your punishment will come Then their confusion will occur.
- Do not trust in a neighbor; Do not have confidence in a friend. From her who lies in your bosom Guard your lips.
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