Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.
But vain man is void of understanding. Yea, man is born [as] a wild donkey's colt.
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or the ox moo over his fodder?
And he will be a wild donkey among men, his hand against every man, and every man's hand against him, and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brothers.
so that they dwell in frightful valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
[They are] sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.
And, lo, it was all grown over with thorns. The face of it was covered with nettles, and the stone wall of it was broken down.