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He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of the driver.
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He looketh round about the mountains of his pasture, and seeketh for every green thing,
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Shall the rhinoceros be willing to serve thee, or will he stay at thy crib?
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Canst thou bind the rhinoceros with thy thong to plough, or will he break the clods of the valleys after thee?
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Wilt thou have confidence in his great strength, and leave thy labours to him?
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Wilt thou trust him that he will render thee the seed, and gather it into thy barnfloor?
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The wing of the ostrich is like the wings of the heron, and of the hawk.
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When she leaveth her eggs on the earth, thou perhaps wilt warm them in the dust.
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She forgetteth that the foot may tread upon them, or that the beasts of the field may break them.
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She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers, she hath laboured in vain, no fear constraining her.
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For God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he given her understanding.