a wild ass, used to the wilderness, that snuffeth up the wind in her desire! In her ardour, who shall turn her away? All they that seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they shall find her.

And the wild asses stand on the heights, they snuff up the wind like jackals; their eyes fail, because there is no herbage.

He shall be buried with the burial of an ass, dragged along and cast forth beyond the gates of Jerusalem.