THE 2-MINUTE RULE FOR HOPE

Woe is me! For I have become as if the summer time fruit has long been collected, as if the grapes have been gleaned: there's no cluster to consume, no very first-ripe fig that my soul wishes. The godly has perished in the earth, and there is no one upright among mankind; all of them lie in look forward to blood, and every hunts another using a net