I am depressed! Indeed, it is as if the summer fruit has been gathered, and the grapes have been harvested. There is no grape cluster to eat, no fresh figs that I crave so much.

哀哉！我好像夏天的果子已被收尽，又像摘了葡萄所剩下的，没有一挂可吃的；我心羡慕初熟的无花果。

我有祸了！我好像夏日收割后的果子，又如收成之后剩余的葡萄，没有一挂可吃的，也没有我心所渴想初熟的无花果。

我有祸了！我好像夏日收割后的果子，又如收成之后剩余的葡萄，没有一挂可吃的，也没有我心所渴想初熟的无花果。

我真悲惨！就像夏天的果子已被收尽，葡萄已被摘净，找不到一串可吃的，寻不见我心中渴望的初熟无花果。

我有祸了！因为我好像夏天采摘的果子，又像摘剩的葡萄，没有一挂可吃的，也没有我心所想望早熟的无花果。

哀哉！我好像夏天的果子已被收盡，又像摘了葡萄所剩下的，沒有一掛可吃的；我心羨慕初熟的無花果。

我有禍了！我好像夏日收割後的果子，又如收成之後剩餘的葡萄，沒有一掛可吃的，也沒有我心所渴想初熟的無花果。

我有禍了！我好像夏日收割後的果子，又如收成之後剩餘的葡萄，沒有一掛可吃的，也沒有我心所渴想初熟的無花果。

我真悲慘！就像夏天的果子已被收盡，葡萄已被摘淨，找不到一串可吃的，尋不見我心中渴望的初熟無花果。

我有禍了！因為我好像夏天採摘的果子，又像摘剩的葡萄，沒有一掛可吃的，也沒有我心所想望早熟的無花果。

有禍啊我！我好像夏天的果子已被收盡，好像割取了葡萄剩下的零碎，沒有一掛可喫的，也沒有我心所羨慕的早熟無花果。

禍哉我也、我如夏果已收、如採葡萄所遺、無穗可食、我心所慕初熟之無花果、亦無有也、

嗚呼哀哉、敬虔者為義者、在於斯土、翦除已盡、我欲得一人而不能、譬諸初稔之無花果、毫無所獲、其故何與、因夏果已收、葡萄已拾也、維彼眾民、設伏以殺人、設網以陷人、

哀哉、我之境遇、如夏果已收、摘葡萄時、所遺留之葡萄已摘、摘葡萄時所遺留之葡萄已摘或作葡萄已摘尋求或有所遺而不得無葡萄可食、心慕初熟之無花果而不能得、

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.

I’m suffering very much! I’m like someone who gathers summer fruit in a vineyard after the good fruit has already been picked. No grapes are left to eat. None of the early figs I long for remain.

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.

How miserable I am! I feel like the fruit picker after the harvest who can find nothing to eat. Not a cluster of grapes or a single early fig can be found to satisfy my hunger.

How sad for me! For I am like one who— when the summer fruit has been gathered after the gleaning of the grape harvest— finds no grape cluster to eat, no early fig, which I crave.

Woe to me! For I am Like harvests of summer fruit, like gleanings of grapes. There is not a cluster of grapes left to eat, Nor an early fig, which I crave.

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.

Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first- ripe fig.

How sad for me! For I am like one who— when the summer fruit has been gathered after the gleaning of the grape harvest— finds no grape cluster to eat, no early fig, which I crave.

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.

Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.

The withering flower, its beautiful splendor, situated at the head of a rich valley, will be like an early fig before harvest– as soon as someone notices it, he grabs it and swallows it.

This is what will happen throughout the earth, among the nations. It will be like when they beat an olive tree, and just a few olives are left at the end of the harvest.

When I found Israel, it was like finding grapes in the wilderness. I viewed your ancestors like an early fig on a fig tree in its first season. Then they came to Baal-Peor and they dedicated themselves to shame– they became as detestable as what they loved.

There will be some left behind, like when an olive tree is beaten– two or three ripe olives remain toward the very top, four or five on its fruitful branches,” says the LORD God of Israel.

From the ends of the earth we hear songs– the Just One is majestic. But I say,“ I’m wasting away! I’m wasting away! I’m doomed! Deceivers deceive, deceivers thoroughly deceive!”

How miserable I am! For I have lived temporarily in Meshech; I have resided among the tents of Kedar.

I said,“ Too bad for me! I am destroyed, for my lips are contaminated by sin, and I live among people whose lips are contaminated by sin. My eyes have seen the king, the LORD who commands armies.”

‘ You have said,“ I feel so hopeless! For the LORD has added sorrow to my suffering. I am worn out from groaning. I can’t find any rest.”’”

I said,“ Oh, mother, how I regret that you ever gave birth to me! I am always starting arguments and quarrels with the people of this land. I have not lent money to anyone and I have not borrowed from anyone. Yet all of these people are treating me with contempt.”

In fact, I hear a cry like that of a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like that of a woman giving birth to her first baby. It is the cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, reaching out for help, saying,“ I am done in! My life is ebbing away before these murderers!”