Study Desk

What misery is mine! I am like one who gathers summer fruit at the gleaning of the vineyard; there is no cluster of grapes to eat, none of the early figs that I crave.

The godly have been swept from the land; not one upright man remains. All men lie in wait to shed blood; each hunts his brother with a net.

Both hands are skilled in doing evil; the ruler demands gifts, the judge accepts bribes, the powerful dictate what they desire- they all conspire together.

The best of them is like a brier, the most upright worse than a thorn hedge. The day of your watchmen has come, the day God visits you. Now is the time of their confusion.

Do not trust a neighbor; put no confidence in a friend. Even with her who lies in your embrace be careful of your words.

For a son dishonors his father, a daughter rises up against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law- a man's enemies are the members of his own household.

But as for me, I watch in hope for the LORD , I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me.