For in vain is the net spread, in the eyes of any bird:
Till an arrow strike through his liver; As a bird hasteth to the snare, And knoweth not that it is for his life.
Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the swallow and the crane observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the ordinance of the LORD.
Who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, And maketh us wiser than the fowls of heaven?
The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
For their feet run to evil, And they make haste to shed blood.
And these lay wait for their own blood, They lurk privily for their own lives.
