Jackals

I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.

But You have crushed us in the lair of jackals; You have covered us with deepest darkness.

Hyenas will howl in her fortresses and jackals in her luxurious palaces. Babylon’s time is at hand, and her days will not be prolonged.

Her towers will be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She will become a haunt for jackals, an abode for ostriches.

The parched ground will become a pool, the thirsty land springs of water. In the haunt where jackals once lay, there will be grass and reeds and papyrus.

The beasts of the field will honor Me, the jackals and the ostriches, because I provide water in the wilderness and rivers in the desert, to give drink to My chosen people.

“And I will make Jerusalem a heap of rubble, a haunt for jackals; and I will make the cities of Judah a desolation, without inhabitant.”

Listen! The sound of a report is coming—a great commotion from the land to the north. It will make the cities of Judah a desolation, a haunt for jackals.

Wild donkeys stand on barren heights; they pant for air like jackals; their eyes fail for lack of pasture.”

“Hazor will become a haunt for jackals, a desolation forever. No one will dwell there; no man will abide there.”

Babylon will become a heap of rubble, a haunt for jackals, an object of horror and scorn, without inhabitant.

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like an ostrich in the wilderness.

…but Esau I have hated, and I have made his mountains a wasteland and left his inheritance to the desert jackals.”