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.
"An idiotwill becomeintelligentWhen the foalof a wilddonkeyis borna man.
"Can you countthe monthsthey fulfill,Or do you knowthe timethey givebirth?
"The wilddonkeysstandon the bareheights;They pantfor airlike jackals,Their eyesfailFor thereis novegetation.
Who sayto a tree,'You are my father,'And to a stone,'You gaveme birth.'For they have turned[their] backto Me, And not [their] face;But in the timeof their troublethey will say,'Ariseand saveus.'
"Men givegiftsto allharlots,but you giveyour giftsto allyour loversto bribethem to cometo you from everydirectionfor your harlotries.
I will goaway [and] returnto My placeUntilthey acknowledgetheir guiltand seekMy face;In their afflictionthey will earnestlyseekMe.
For they have goneup to Assyria,[Like] a wilddonkeyall alone;Ephraimhas hiredlovers.
