Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
He will be like a wild donkey among men. His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him. He will live opposite all of his brothers.*
An empty-headed man becomes wise when a man is born as a wild donkey's colt.
So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?
Behold, it was all grown over with thorns. Its surface was covered with nettles, and its stone wall was broken down.