A call to the savage beasts: Come on the run.Come, devour, beast barbarians!For Israel’s watchmen are blind, the whole lot of them.They have no idea what’s going on.They’re dogs without sense enough to bark,lazy dogs, dreaming in the sun—But hungry dogs, they do know how to eat,voracious dogs, with never enough.And these are Israel’s shepherds!They know nothing, understand nothing.They all look after themselves,grabbing whatever’s not nailed down.“Come,” they say, “let’s have a party.Let’s go out and get drunk!”And tomorrow, more of the same:“Let’s live it up!”