Væ mihi, quia factus sum sicut qui colligit in autumno racemos vindemiæ! non est botrus ad comedendum, præcoquas ficus desideravit anima mea.
Woe is me, for I am become as one that gleaneth in autumn the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, my soul desired the first ripe figs.
Vae ad me, quia facto es sicut qui collige in autumno racema de vindemia! Non botro es ad comede, praecoqua ficus desidera anima meo.