A wild donkey accustomed to the wilderness, That sniffs the wind in her passion. Who can turn her away in
her mating season? None who seek her will grow weary; In her month they will find her.
Keep your feet from being bare, And your throat from thirst; But you said, ‘It is hopeless! No! For I have loved strangers, And I will walk after them.’
'Like the shame of a thief when he is discovered, So the house of Israel is shamed; They, their kings, their leaders, Their priests, and their prophets,
Who say to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ And to a stone, ‘You gave me birth.’ For they have turned their
backs to Me, And not their
faces; But in the time of their trouble they will say, ‘Arise and save us!’