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Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And [to] thy threshing-floor doth gather [it]?
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The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.
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For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,
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And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.
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Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain [is] her labour without fear.
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For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:
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At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
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Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck [with] a mane?
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Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting [is] terrible.
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They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
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He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.