Verse 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.
Woe is me — The land is brought in complaining, that whereas it was once well stored, now it hath few good in it.
As the grape-gleanings — In Israel and Judah, which in bringing forth good men, should have been a fruitful vine full of clusters: just, compassionate and humble men, are as grapes after the vintage is gathered.
Desired — But in vain.
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