I am a brother of jackals and a companion of owls.
I have said to the pit, ‘You are my father’; to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister.’
I am like an owl of the wilderness; like an owl of the desert.
I lie awake, and am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.
Yet You have broken us in the place of jackals and covered us with the shadow of death.
Thorns shall come up in her palaces, nettles and brambles in the fortresses; and it shall be a habitation of jackals and a home for owls.
Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look wistfully upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
Because of this I will lament and wail, I will go about barefoot and naked; I will howl like the jackals and moan like owlets.
but Esau I have hated, and I have made his mountains a desolation and left his inheritance for the jackals of the desert.
