שָׁאַף

The hungry consume his harvest, taking it even from the thorns, and the thirsty pant after his wealth.

Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.

Do not long for the night, when people vanish from their homes.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “A Dove on Distant Oaks.” A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men are hounding me; all day they press their attack.

My enemies pursue me all day long, for many proudly assail me.

He reaches down from heaven and saves me; He rebukes those who trample me. Selah God sends forth His loving devotion and His truth.

I open my mouth and pant, longing for Your commandments.

The sun rises and the sun sets; it hurries back to where it rises.

“I have kept silent from ages past; I have remained quiet and restrained. But now I will groan like a woman in labor; I will at once gasp and pant.

…a wild donkey at home in the wilderness, sniffing the wind in the heat of her desire. Who can restrain her passion? All who seek her need not weary themselves; in mating season they will find her.

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

…therefore prophesy and declare that this is what the Lord GOD says: Because they have made you desolate and have trampled you on every side, so that you became a possession of the rest of the nations and were taken up in slander by the lips of their talkers,

They trample on the heads of the poor as on the dust of the earth; they push the needy out of their way. A man and his father have relations with the same girl and so profane My holy name.

Hear this, you who trample the needy, who do away with the poor of the land,