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For God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he given her understanding.
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When time shall be, she setteth up her wings on high: she scorneth the horse and his rider.
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Wilt thou give strength to the horse or clothe his neck with neighing?
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Wilt thou lift him up like the locusts? the glory of his nostrils is terror.
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He breaketh up the earth with his hoof, he pranceth boldly, he goeth forward to meet armed men.
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He despiseth fear, he turneth not his back to the sword.
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Above him shall the quiver rattle, the spear and shield shall glitter.
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Chasing and raging he swalloweth the ground, neither doth he make account when the noise of the trumpet soundeth.
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When he heareth the trumpet he saith: Ha, ha: he smelleth the battle afar off, the encouraging of the captains, and the shouting of the army.
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Doth the hawk wax feathered by thy wisdom, spreading her wings to the south?
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Will the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest in high places?