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.

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.

¹² And empty man is bold, And the colt of a wild ass man is born.

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,

⁷ He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

⁸ The range of mountains `is' his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

²⁷ Saying to wood, `My father `art' thou!' And to a stone, `Thou hast brought me forth,' For they turned unto me the back and not the face, And in the time of their vexation, They say, `Arise Thou, and save us.'

¹⁵ I go -- I turn back unto My place, Till that they are desolate, and have sought My face. In their distress they do seek Me speedily!'