Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.
Teaching us more than the beasts of the earth, Yea, than the fowl of the heavens He maketh us wiser.'
For their feet to evil do run, And they haste to shed blood.
And they for their own blood lay wait, They watch secretly for their own lives.
Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
An ox hath known its owner, And an ass the crib of its master, Israel hath not known, My people hath not understood.
Even a stork in the heavens hath known her seasons, And turtle, and swallow, and crane, Have watched the time of their coming, And -- My people have not known the judgment of Jehovah.