Among the bushes they cry out, under the nettles they huddled together –
“And he is to be a wild man, his hand against every one and every one’s hand against him, and dwell over against all his brothers.”
But a senseless man takes heart when a wild donkey’s colt is born a man!
to dwell in the gullies of wadis, holes of the ground and clefts.
sons of fools, even sons without a name, they have been whipped out of the land.
Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass, or does the ox bellow over its fodder?
And see, it was all overgrown with thorns; Its surface was covered with nettles; And its stone wall was broken down.