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Micah

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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. 2 The good man is per­ished out of the earth: and there is none up­right among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt ev­ery man his broth­er with a net. 3 That they may do evil with both hands earnest­ly, the prince as­keth, and the judge asketh for a re­ward; and the great man, he ut­tereth his mis­chievous de­sire: so they wrap it up. 4 The best of them is as a brier: the most up­right is sharper than a thorn hedge: the day of thy watch­men and thy vis­i­ta­tion cometh; now shall be their per­plex­i­ty. 5 Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not con­fi­dence in a guide: keep the doors of thy mouth from her that li­eth in thy bo­som. 6 For the son dis­hon­oureth the fa­ther, the daugh­ter riseth up against her moth­er, the daugh­ter in law against her moth­er in law; a man's en­e­mies are the men of his own house. 7 There­fore I will look unto the LORD; I will wait for the God of my sal­va­tion: my God will hear me. 8 Re­joice not against me, O mine en­e­my: when I fall, I shall arise; when I sit in dark­ness, the LORD shall be a light unto me. 9 I will bear the in­dig­na­tion of the LORD, be­cause I have sinned against him, un­til he plead my cause, and ex­e­cute judg­ment for me: he will bring me forth to the light, and I shall be­hold his righ­teous­ness. 10 Then she that is mine en­e­my shall see it, and shame shall cov­er her which said unto me, Where is the LORD thy God? mine eyes shall be­hold her: now shall she be trod­den down as the mire of the streets. 11 In the day that thy walls are to be built, in that day shall the de­cree be far re­moved. 12 In that day also he shall come even to thee from As­syr­ia, and from the for­ti­fied cities, and from the fortress even to the riv­er, and from sea to sea, and from moun­tain to moun­tain. 13 Notwith­stand­ing the land shall be des­o­late be­cause of them that dwell there­in, for the fruit of their do­ings. 14 Feed thy peo­ple with thy rod, the flock of thine her­itage, which dwell soli­tar­i­ly in the wood, in the midst of Carmel: let them feed in Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old. 15 Ac­cord­ing to the days of thy com­ing out of the land of Egypt will I shew unto him mar­vel­lous things. 16 The na­tions shall see and be con­found­ed at all their might: they shall lay their hand upon their mouth, their ears shall be deaf. 17 They shall lick the dust like a ser­pent, they shall move out of their holes like worms of the earth: they shall be afraid of the LORD our God, and shall fear be­cause of thee. 18 Who is a God like unto thee, that par­doneth in­iq­ui­ty, and pas­seth by the trans­gres­sion of the rem­nant of his her­itage? he re­taineth not his anger for ev­er, be­cause he de­lighteth in mer­cy. 19 He will turn again, he will have com­pas­sion upon us; he will sub­due our in­iq­ui­ties; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea. 20 Thou wilt per­form the truth to Ja­cob, and the mer­cy to Abra­ham, which thou hast sworn unto our fa­thers from the days of old.