71 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. 2 Perished hath the kind out of the land, And upright among men—there are none, All of them for blood lie in wait, Each his brother they hunt 'with' a net. 3 On the evil 'are' both hands to do 'it' well, The prince is asking—also the judge—for recompence, And the great—he is speaking the mischief of his soul, And they wrap it up. 4 Their best one 'is' as a brier, The upright one—than a thorn-hedge, The day of thy watchmen—Thy visitation—hath come. Now is their perplexity. 5 Believe not in a friend, trust not in a leader, From her who is lying in thy bosom keep the openings of thy mouth. 6 For a son is dishonouring a father, A daughter hath stood against her mother, A daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law, The enemies of each 'are' the men of his house.
7 And I—in Jehovah I do watch, I do wait for the God of my salvation, Hear me doth my God.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Micah 7:1-7
Commentary on Micah 7:1-7
(Read Micah 7:1-7)
The prophet bemoans himself that he lived among a people ripening apace for ruin, in which many good persons would suffer. Men had no comfort, no satisfaction in their own families or in their nearest relations. Contempt and violation of domestic duties are a sad symptom of universal corruption. Those are never likely to come to good who are undutiful to their parents. The prophet saw no safety or comfort but in looking to the Lord, and waiting on God his salvation. When under trials, we should look continually to our Divine Redeemer, that we may have strength and grace to trust in him, and to be examples to those around us.