For the fields of Heshbon languished, the vine of Sibmah: the lords of the nations struck its vine of purple grapes, they reached even to Jazer, they wandered to the desert: her sprouts were thrust out, they passed over the sea.

Smiting upon the breasts for the fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.

All ye beasts of the fields, come ye to eat; all ye beasts in the forest

We shall feel for the wall as the blind, and we shall feel, as no eyes: we stumbled at noon as at evening twilight; in fertile fields as the dead.