She acts as if the eggs were not hers, and is unconcerned that her efforts were wasted.
It was I who made her foolish and did not give her wisdom.
But when she begins to run, she can laugh at any horse and rider.
Was it you, Job, who made horses so strong and gave them their flowing manes?
Did you make them leap like locusts and frighten people with their snorting?
They eagerly paw the ground in the valley; they rush into battle with all their strength.
They do not know the meaning of fear, and no sword can turn them back.
The weapons which their riders carry rattle and flash in the sun.
Trembling with excitement, the horses race ahead; when the trumpet blows, they can't stand still.
At each blast of the trumpet they snort; they can smell a battle before they get near, and they hear the officers shouting commands.
Does a hawk learn from you how to fly when it spreads its wings toward the south?