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She is hardened against her young ones, as though
they were not hers, not fearing that her labour is in vain,
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because God caused her to forget wisdom and did not give her understanding.
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In her time she lifts up herself on high; she scorns the horse and his rider.
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Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?
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Canst thou make him leap as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils
is formidable.
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He paws at the earth and rejoices in
his strength; he goes forth to meet the armed
men.
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He mocks fear and is not afraid; neither does he turn his face from the sword.
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The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
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He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage; the sound of the shofar does not trouble him;
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for the blasts of the shofar fill him with courage; he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the princes and the sound of the battle-cry.
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Does the hawk fly by thy industry
and stretch her wings toward the south?