Mi 7:1-2 (King James)

¹ 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.
² The good man is perished out of the earth: and there is none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother with a net.

Mi 7:1-2 (Vulgate)

¹ [Væ mihi, quia factus sum sicut qui colligit in autumno racemos vindemiæ ! non est botrus ad comedendum, præcoquas ficus desideravit anima mea.
² Periit sanctus de terra, et rectus in hominibus non est : omnes in sanguine insidiantur ; vir fratrem suum ad mortem venatur.