Micah 7:1-2

Revised Standard Version

7 Woe is me! For I have become
as 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.
² 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.