Book of the Twelve 46:1
JPS-1917אַ֣לְלַי לִ֗י כִּ֤י הָיִ֙יתִי֙ כְּאׇסְפֵּי־קַ֔יִץ כְּעֹלְלֹ֖ת בָּצִ֑יר אֵין־אֶשְׁכּ֣וֹל לֶאֱכ֔וֹל בִּכּוּרָ֖ה אִוְּתָ֥ה נַפְשִֽׁי׃
Woe is me! for I am as the last of the summer fruits, As the grape gleanings of the vintage; There is no cluster to eat; Nor first-ripe fig which my soul desireth.
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MASORETIC
אַ֣לְלַי לִ֗י כִּ֤י הָיִ֙יתִי֙ כְּאׇסְפֵּי־קַ֔יִץ כְּעֹלְלֹ֖ת בָּצִ֑יר אֵין־אֶשְׁכּ֣וֹל לֶאֱכ֔וֹל בִּכּוּרָ֖ה אִוְּתָ֥ה נַפְשִֽׁי׃
KOREN
Woe is me! for I am like the last of the summer fruits, like the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, no first ripe fruit that my soul desires.