The wild donkeys stand on the bare heights.
They pant for air like jackals.
Their eyes fail, because there is no vegetation.
Though our iniquities testify against us, work for your name’s sake, LORD; for our rebellions are many.
We have sinned against you.
You hope of Israel, its Savior in the time of trouble, why should you be as a foreigner in the land, and as a wayfaring man who turns aside to stay for a night?