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whose harvest the hungry eats up, and take it even out of the thorns. The snare gapes for their substance.

As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,

Don’t desire the night, when people are cut off in their place.

I opened my mouth wide and panted, for I longed for your commandments.

The sun also rises, and the sun goes down, and hurries to its place where it rises.

“I have been silent a long time. I have been quiet and restrained myself. Now I will cry out like a travailing woman. I will both gasp and pant.

a wild donkey used to the wilderness, that sniffs the wind in her craving. When she is in heat, who can turn her away? All those who seek her will not weary themselves. In her month, they will find her.

The wild donkeys stand on the bare heights. They pant for air like jackals. Their eyes fail, because there is no vegetation.