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Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
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Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, And gather the grain of your threshing floor?
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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 on the earth, Warms them in the dust,
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And forgets that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild animal may trample them.
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She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
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Because God has deprived her of wisdom, Neither has he imparted to her understanding.
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When she lifts up herself on high, She scorns the horse and his rider.
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"Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
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Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
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He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: He goes out to meet the armed men.