Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.
But a stupid man will get understanding when a wild donkey’s colt is born a man!
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass, or the ox low over his fodder?
He shall be a wild donkey of a man, his hand against everyone and everyone’s hand against him, and he shall dwell over against all his kinsmen.”
In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
and behold, it was all overgrown with thorns; the ground was covered with nettles, and its stone wall was broken down.