Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
A wild ass used to the wilderness, that snuffeth up the wind at her pleasure; in her occasion who can turn her away? all they that seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they shall find her.
A wild ass
Yea, wild asses stand still on the bare heights, They pant for air like jackals, - Dimmed are their eyes Because there is no grass.
But, an empty person, will get sense, when, a wild ass's colt, is born a man!
Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
In her month
Saying, to a tree, My father, art thou! And to a stone, Thou, didst give us birth, For they have turned unto me the back and not the face, - But in the time of their calamity, they will say, Arise, and save us!
I will depart, will return unto my place! till what time they acknowledge their guilt, and seek my face, - In their trouble, will they make for me diligent search.
Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?