Woe is me! For I am like one gathering summer fruit at the gleaning of the vineyard; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that I crave.
The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before
So will it be on the earth and among the nations, like a harvested olive tree, like a gleaning after a grape harvest.
I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness. I saw your fathers as the firstfruits of the fig tree in its first season.
Yet gleanings will remain, like an olive tree that has been beaten—two or three berries atop the tree, four or five on i
You have said, ‘Woe is me because the LORD has added sorrow to my pain! I am worn out with groaning and have found no re
Woe to me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife and conflict in all the land. I have neither lent nor borr
For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child—the cry of the Daughter of Zio
From the ends of the earth we hear singing: “Glory to the Righteous One.” But I said, “I am wasting away! I am wasting a
Then I said: “Woe is me, for I am ruined, because I am a man of unclean lips dwelling among a people of unclean lips; fo
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!