But I am like a deaf man – I hear nothing; I am like a mute who cannot speak.
He rained down meat on them like dust, birds as numerous as the sand on the seashores.
He made his sanctuary as enduring as the heavens above;
Yet you will die like mortals;
For you will be like a tree whose leaves wither, like an orchard
Indeed, God is exalted in his power; who is a teacher
They return in the evening; they growl
You led your people like a flock of sheep, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your prophets have become like jackals among the ruins, O Israel.
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant searching for fine pearls.
People will reside again
They were unfaithful
You bring their lives to an end and they “fall asleep.”
and your poverty will come like a bandit, and your need like an armed robber.”
I will be like a moth to Ephraim, like wood rot
Justice must flow like torrents of water, righteous actions
My teaching will drop like the rain, my sayings will drip like the dew,