and the white owl and the pelican and the carrion vulture,

the pelican, the carrion vulture, the cormorant,

For my days have been consumed in smoke, And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

But pelican and hedgehog will possess it, And owl and raven will dwell in it; And He will stretch over it the line of desolation And the plumb line of emptiness.

Flocks will lie down in her midst, All beasts which range in herds; Both the pelican and the hedgehog Will lodge in the tops of her pillars; Birds will sing in the window, Desolation will be on the threshold; For He has laid bare the cedar work.