“And wild donkeys stood in the bare heights, they sniffed at the wind like jackals. Their eyes have failed because there was no grass.”
a wild donkey used to the wilderness, sniffing the wind in the desire of her being – in her time of mating, who turns her away? All those who seek her need not weary themselves; in her month they find her.
How the beasts moan! The herds of cattle are restless, because they have no pasture. The flocks of sheep also perish.
Because of this our heart has been sick, Because of these our eyes have become dim,
While we exist, our eyes are consumed, Watching vainly for our help. In our watch-tower we watched for a nation That could not save.
And Yonathan said, “My father has troubled the land. Now see how my eyes lit up when I tasted a little of this honey.
for the palace is abandoned, the crowded city deserted. Hill and watchtower serve as caves forever, a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks;