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.
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 desired the first ripe fruit. It is the same with me as with one seeking fruits after the harvest, grapes after the vintage. "There is not a cluster" to be found: no "first ripe fruit" [or early fig, bikuwraah (H1063)], (note, Isaiah 28:4) which "my soul desireth" (Maurer). So I look in vain for any good men left (Micah 7:2).