"The wilddonkeysstandon the bareheights;They pantfor airlike jackals,Their eyesfailFor thereis novegetation.
Becausethe palacehas been abandoned,the populatedcityforsaken.Hilland watch-towerhave becomecavesforever,A delightfor wilddonkeys,a pasturefor flocks;
A wilddonkeyaccustomedto the wilderness,That sniffsthe windin her passion.In [the time of] her heatwhocan turnher away?Allwho seekher will not becomeweary;In her monththey will findher.
Yetour eyesfailed,[Looking] for helpwas useless;In our watchingwe have watchedFor a nationthat could not save.
Becauseof thisour heartis faint,Becauseof thesethingsour eyesare dim;
Howthe beastsgroan!The herdsof cattlewanderaimlesslyBecausethereis nopasturefor them; Eventhe flocksof sheepsuffer.
Then Jonathansaid,"My fatherhas troubledthe land.Seenow,howmy eyeshave brightenedbecauseI tasteda littleof thishoney.
