WEB
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.
YLT
My woe is to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
F.O.G Original
Woe to me!
For I am like [what’s left of] the summer fruit gatherings, like the grape gleanings,
There isn’t a cluster of grapes to eat,
An early fig, my whole being desires.
F.O.G
Woe to me!
For I am like [what’s left of] the summer fruit gatherings, like the grape gleanings,
There isn’t a cluster of grapes to eat,
An early fig, my whole being desires.
F.O.G MSG
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