⁶ And wild asses have stood on high places, They have swallowed up wind like dragons, Consumed have been their eyes, for there is no herb.

²⁴ A wild ass accustomed to a wilderness, In the desire of her soul she hath swallowed up wind, Her meeting -- who doth turn her back? None seeking her do weary themselves, In her month they find her.

⁵ Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

⁶ Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,

¹⁸ How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.

²⁹ And Jonathan saith, `My father hath troubled the land; see, I pray you, that mine eyes have become bright because I tasted a little of this honey.

¹⁷ While we exist -- consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation `that' saveth not.

¹⁷ For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.