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. {when...: Heb. the gatherings of summer}
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.
