7:1. ನಾನು ಬೇಸರಗೊಂಡಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಯಾಕೆಂದರೆ ನಾನು ಕೂಡಿಸಲ್ಪಟ್ಟ ಹಣ್ಣಿನಂತಿದ್ದೇನೆ; ಕೊಯಿದು ಶೇಖರಿಸಿದ ದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಿ ಹಣ್ಣಿನಂತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ತಿನ್ನಲು ದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಿಹಣ್ಣು ಏನೂ ಉಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ. ನನಗೆ ಪ್ರಿಯವಾದ ಫಲಕಾಲದ ಆರಂಭದಲ್ಲೇ ಫಲಿಸುವ ಅಂಜೂರದ ಹಣ್ಣು ಸಿಕ್ಕಲೇ ಇಲ್ಲ.

7:1. ನನಗೆ ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ಯಾಕಂದರೆ ನಾನು ಬೇಸಿಗೆ ಕಾಲದ ಹಣ್ಣುಗಳನ್ನು ಕೂಡಿಸುವ ವರ ಹಾಗೆಯೂ ದ್ರಾಕ್ಷೇ ಸುಗ್ಗಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಕ್ಕಲು ಆರಿಸುವವರ ಹಾಗೆಯೂ ಇದ್ದೇನೆ; ತಿನ್ನುವದಕ್ಕೆ ಗೊನೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರಾಣವು ಮೊದಲು ಹಣ್ಣಾದ ಅಂಜೂರ ವನ್ನು ಅಪೇಕ್ಷಿಸಿಯದೆ.

7:1. I am depressed! Indeed, it is as if the summer fruit has been gathered, and the grapes have been harvested. There is no grape cluster to eat, no fresh figs that I crave so much.

7:1. How miserable I am! I feel like the fruit picker after the harvest who can find nothing to eat. Not a cluster of grapes or a single early fig can be found to satisfy my hunger.

7:1. Woe is me! for 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 desireth the first-ripe fig.

7:1. Woe is me! For I have become as when the summer fruit has been gathered, as when the grapes have been gleaned: there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig that my soul desires.

7:1. 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.

7:1. Woe is me! For I have become as when the summer fruit has been gathered, as when the vintage has been gleaned: there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig which my soul desires.

7:1. Woe is me! for 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 desireth the firstripe fig.

7:1. 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.

7:1. I am upset because I am like fruit that has been gathered, like grapes that have already been picked. There are no grapes left to eat. There are none of the early figs that I love.

7:1. Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vinyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.

7:1. Woe H480 is me! for H3588 I am H1961 as when they have gathered H625 the summer fruits, H7019 as the grape gleanings H5955 of the vintage: H1210 [there] [is] no H369 cluster H811 to eat: H398 my soul H5315 desired H183 the firstripe fruit. H1063