²⁴ a wild ass used to the wilderness, that snuffeth up the wind in her desire; in her occasion who can turn her away? all they that seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they shall find her.

⁶ And the wild asses stand on the bare heights, they pant for air like jackals; their eyes fail, because there is no herbage.

¹² But vain man is void of understanding, Yea, man is born `as' a wild ass's colt.

⁵ Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

⁶ Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

⁷ He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

⁸ The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.

²⁷ who say to a stock, Thou art my father; and to a stone, Thou hast brought me forth: for they have turned their back unto me, and not their face; but in the time of their trouble they will say, Arise, and save us.

¹⁵ I will go and return to my place, till they acknowledge their offence, and seek my face: in their affliction they will seek me earnestly.