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"The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the pinions and plumage of love?
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For she leaves her eggs to the earth, and lets them be warmed on the ground,
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forgetting that a foot may crush them, and that the wild beast may trample them.
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She deals cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers; though her labor be in vain, yet she has no fear;
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because God has made her forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
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When she rouses herself to flee, she laughs at the horse and his rider.
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"Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with strength?
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Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.
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He paws in the valley, and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons.
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He laughs at fear, and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.
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Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear and the javelin.