Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
and he is a wild-ass man, his hand against every one, and every one's hand against him -- and before the face of all his brethren he dwelleth.'
And empty man is bold, And the colt of a wild ass man is born.
In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
And lo, it hath gone up -- all of it -- thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down.