An ox hath known its owner, And an ass the crib of its master, Israel hath not known, My people hath not understood.

The burden of the beasts of the south. Into a land of adversity and distress, Of young lion and of old lion, Whence are viper and flying saraph, They carry on the shoulder of asses their wealth, And on the hump of camels their treasures, Unto a people not profitable.

And the oxen and the young asses serving the ground, Fermented provender do eat, That one is winnowing with shovel and fan.

Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses -- a pasture of herds;

Happy are ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!

And he hath seen a chariot -- a couple of horsemen, The rider of an ass, the rider of a camel, And he hath given attention -- He hath increased attention!