1 Woe is me! For I am like those who gather summer fruits, Like those who glean vintage grapes; There is no cluster to eat Of the first-ripe fruit which my soul desires.
2 The faithful man has perished from the earth, And there is no one upright among men. They all lie in wait for blood; Every man hunts his brother with a net.
3 That they may successfully do evil with both hands-- The prince asks for gifts, The judge seeks a bribe, And the great man utters his evil desire; So they scheme together.
4 The best of them is like a brier; The most upright is sharper than a thorn hedge; The day of your watchman and your punishment comes; Now shall be their perplexity.
5 Do not trust in a friend; Do not put your confidence in a companion; Guard the doors of your mouth From her who lies in your bosom.
6 For son dishonors father, Daughter rises against her mother, Daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; A man's enemies are the men of his own household.

Almeida Atualizada (Portuguese) AA

Miquéias 7:1 Ai de mim! porque estou feito como quando são colhidas as frutas do verão, como os rabiscos da vindima; não há cacho de uvas para comer, nem figo temporão que a minha alma deseja.

English Standard Version ESV

Micah 7:1 Woe is me! For I have become as when the summer fruit has been gathered, as when the grapes have been gleaned: there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig that my soul desires.

King James Version KJV

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.

Nova Versão Internacional NVIP

Miquéias 7:1 Que desgraça a minha!Sou como quem colhe frutos de verãona respiga da vinha;não há nenhum cacho de uvas para provar,nenhum figo novo que eu tanto desejo.