But, he, will be a wild ass of a man, his hand, against every one, and every ones hand against him - yet, in presence of all his brethren, shall he have his habitation.

Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

But, an empty person, will get sense, when, a wild ass's colt, is born a man!

Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?

A wild ass, taught of the desert, In the desire of her soul, she snuffeth the wind, In her occasion, who can turn her back? None who seek her, will weary themselves, In her month, they shall find her!

For, they, have gone up to Assyria, A wild ass going alone for himself, is Ephraim! They have hired lovers!