A wild ass used to the wilderness, in her cravings she sniffs at the wind; when she is in heat who can turn her away? All those who seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they will find her.

Who set the wild donkey free? Who loosed the bands of the wild ass,

whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwelling?

And Jonathan said, My father has troubled the land. See now, how my eyes have brightened because I have tasted a little of this honey.

As for us, our eyes failed, watching in vain for our help; in our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save us.

Our heart is faint because of this; our eyes are dim because of these things.

How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep suffer punishment.