Donkey: Wild

Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?

Indeed, like wild donkeys in the desert, the poor go to work foraging for food; the wasteland is food for their children.

Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness?

They give drink to every beast of the field; the wild donkeys quench their thirst.

For the palace will be forsaken, the busy city abandoned. The hill and the watchtower will become caves forever—the delight of wild donkeys and a pasture for flocks—

…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.”

For they have gone up to Assyria like a wild donkey on its own. Ephraim has hired lovers.