Like a servant
Do not long for the cover of night to drag people away from their homes.
I open my mouth and pant, because I long
Listen to this, you who trample
Those who anticipate my defeat
May he send help from heaven and deliver me
The sun rises
“I have been inactive
Wild donkeys stand on the hilltops and pant for breath like jackals. Their eyes are strained looking for food, because there is none to be found.”
You are like a wild female donkey brought up in the wilderness. In her lust she sniffs the wind to get the scent of a male.
For the music director; according to the yonath-elem-rechovim style;
So prophesy and say: ‘This is what the sovereign Lord says: Surely because they have made you desolate and crushed you from all directions, so that you have become the property of the rest of the nations, and have become the subject of gossip