Verse Comparison: Micah 7:1
American Standard Version
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.
Amplified® Bible
WOE IS me! For I am as when the summer fruits have been gathered, as when the vintage grapes have been gleaned and there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig for which my appetite craves.
Contemporary English Version
I feel so empty inside-- like someone starving for grapes or figs, after the vines and trees have all been picked clean.
Darby English Version
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; there is no early fruit [which] my soul desired.
Good News Bible
It's hopeless! I am like a hungry person who finds no fruit left on the trees and no grapes on the vines. All the grapes and all the tasty figs have been picked.
King James Version
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.
New American Standard Bible
Woe is me! For I am Like the fruit pickers, like the grape gatherers. There is not a cluster of grapes to eat, {Or} a first-ripe fig {which} I crave.
New International Version
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.
New King James Version
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.
N.A.S.B. in E-Prime
Woe to me! For I resemble the fruit pickers, like the grape gatherers You will not find a cluster of grapes to eat, Or a first-ripe fig which I crave.
Revised Standard Version
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.
Young's Literal Translation
My wo `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.
