And fed have lambs according to their leading, And waste places of the fat ones Do sojourners consume.

And strangers have stood and fed your flock, Sons of a foreigner are your husbandmen, And your vine-dressers.

And cow and bear do feed, Together lie down their young ones, And a lion as an ox eateth straw.

Feeding on ashes, the heart is deceived, It hath turned him aside, And he delivereth not his soul, nor saith: 'Is there not a lie in my right hand?'

To say to the bound, Go out, To those in darkness, Be uncovered. On the ways they feed, And in all high places is their pasture.

Wolf and lamb do feed as one, And a lion as an ox eateth straw, As to the serpent -- dust is its food, They do no evil, nor destroy, In all My holy mountain, said Jehovah!