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Woe is me! For I have become like one who, after the summer fruit
has been gathered, after the vintage has been gleaned, finds no cluster
to eat; there is no first-ripe fig for which I hunger. The faithful have
disappeared from the land, and there is no one left who is upright;
they all lie in wait for blood, and they hunt each other with nets.
Their hands are skilled to do evil; the official and the judge ask for a
bribe, and the powerful dictate what they desire; thus they pervert
justice. The best of them is like a brier, the most upright of them a
thorn hedge. The day of their sentinels, of their punishment, has
come; now their confusion is at hand.
But as for me, I will look to the Lord, I will wait for the God of my
salvation; my God will hear me.
I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth
comparing with the glory about to be revealed to us. For the creation
waits with eager longing for the revealing of the children of God; for
the creation was subjected to futility, not of its own will but by the
will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will
be set free from its bondage to decay and will obtain the freedom of
the glory of the children of God. We know that the whole creation
has been groaning in labour pains until now; and not only the
creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit,
groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our
bodies. For in hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not
hope. For who hopes for what is seen? But if we hope for what we
do not see, we wait for it with patience.
