A wild ass, taught of the desert, In the desire of her soul, she snuffeth the wind, In her occasion, who can turn her back? None who seek her, will weary themselves, In her month, they shall find her!
When Ephraim, saw, his injury, and Judah his wound, then went Ephraim unto Assyria, and Judah sent unto a hostile king,—yet, he, cannot heal you, nor will the wound, remove from you.
Pul the king of Assyria came against the land, so Menahem gave unto Pul, a thousand talents of silver,—that his hands might be with him, to confirm the kingdom, in his hand.
Ephraim, feedeth on wind, and pursueth the east wind, all the day, falsehood and force, doth he magnify,—and, a covenant with Assyria, would they solemnize, and, oil into Egypt, must be borne along.
The Oracle on the Beasts of the South,—Through a land of distress and oppression—Lioness and lion coming therefrom, Viper and fiery flying serpent, They would carry, on the shoulders of young asses their wealth And on the humps of camels their treasures Unto a people that cannot serve them.
Who are setting out to go down to Egypt, But at my mouth, have not asked,—Betaking them to the protection of Pharaoh And seeking refuge under the shadow of Egypt.