But even if it were true that I have erred, my error remains solely my concern!

Surely mockery is with me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

They spend the night naked because they lack clothing; they have no covering against the cold.

My roots reach the water, and the dew lies on my branches all night long.

But no stranger had to spend the night outside, for I opened my doors to the traveler –

Is the wild ox willing to be your servant? Will it spend the night at your feeding trough?

It lives on a rock and spends the night there, on a rocky crag and a fortress.

Strength lodges in its neck, and despair runs before it.