Their young thrive and grow strong in the wilds; they leave and do not return.
"Who let the wild donkey1 go free? Who untied its ropes?
I gave it the wasteland2 as its home, the salt flats3 as its habitat.47
It laughs5 at the commotion in the town; it does not hear a driver's shout.68
It ranges the hills7 for its pasture and searches for any green thing.
"Will the wild ox8 consent to serve you?9 Will it stay by your manger10 at night?
Can you hold it to the furrow with a harness?11 Will it till the valleys behind you?
Will you rely on it for its great strength?12 Will you leave your heavy work to it?
Can you trust it to haul in your grain and bring it to your threshing floor?
"The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, though they cannot compare with the wings and feathers of the stork.1314
She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand,