An ox knoweth, his owner, And an ass his masters crib, - Israel, doth not know, My people doth not consider.

When he seeth A train of horsemen in double rank, A train of asses, A train of camels, Then shall he hearken attentively with diligent heed.

The Oracle on the Beasts of the South, - Through a land of distress and oppression - Lioness and lion coming therefrom, Viper and fiery flying serpent, They would carry, on the shoulders of young asses their wealth And on the humps of camels their treasures Unto a people that cannot serve them.

And the oxen and the young asses that till the ground, salted provender, shall eat, which hath been winnowed with shovel or fan.

For the palace, is abandoned, the tumult of the city, hath ceased - Hill and watch-tower, serve as caves, unto times age-abiding, The joy of wild-asses, The pasture of flocks: -

How happy are ye who sow beside all waters, - Who send forth the foot of the ox and the ass.