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The wing of the ostrich is like the wings of the heron, and of the hawk.
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When she leaveth her eggs on the earth, thou perhaps wilt warm them in the dust.
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She forgetteth that the foot may tread upon them, or that the beasts of the field may break them.
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She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers, she hath laboured in vain, no fear constraining her.
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For God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he given her understanding.
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When time shall be, she setteth up her wings on high: she scorneth the horse and his rider.
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Wilt thou give strength to the horse or clothe his neck with neighing?
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Wilt thou lift him up like the locusts? the glory of his nostrils is terror.
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He breaketh up the earth with his hoof, he pranceth boldly, he goeth forward to meet armed men.
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He despiseth fear, he turneth not his back to the sword.
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Above him shall the quiver rattle, the spear and shield shall glitter.