Is it not wheat harvest, to-day? I will cry unto Yahweh, that he may give forth thunderings and rain,—know ye then and see, that, your wrong, is great which ye have done in the sight of Yahweh, in asking for yourselves, a king.
Surely from the head of the rocks, do I see him, Yea, from the hills, do I observe him,—Lo! a people, who alone doth dwell, And among the nations, he doth not reckon himself.
And, as for the asses that went astray from thee three days ago, do not regard them, for they are found,—but to whom belongeth all that is desirable in Israel? is it not to thee, and to all the house of thy father?
Now, therefore, lo! the king going to and fro before you, But, I, am old and grey-headed, and, my sons, lo! they are with you,—But, I, have gone to and fro before you from my youth until this day.
Yet, ye, to-day, have rejected your God, who, himself, hath been giving you salvation from all your calamities and your distresses, and ye have said to him: A king, shalt thou set over us,—Now, therefore, present yourselves before Yahweh, by your tribes, and by your thousands.