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!’
But where are your gods Which you made for yourself? Let them arise, if they can save you In the time of your trouble! For as many as
the number of your cities Are your gods, Judah.
'Why do you contend with Me? You have all revolted against Me,' declares the LORD.
'In vain I have struck your sons; They did not accept discipline. Your sword has devoured your prophets Like a destroying lion.