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.'

Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

And empty man is bold, And the colt of a wild ass man is born.

Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

A wild ass accustomed to a wilderness, In the desire of her soul she hath swallowed up wind, Her meeting -- who doth turn her back? None seeking her do weary themselves, In her month they find her.

For they -- they have gone up to Asshur, A wild ass alone by himself is Ephraim, They have hired lovers!