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He goes looking for his grass-lands in the mountains, searching out every green thing.
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Will the ox of the mountains be your servant? or is his night's resting-place by your food-store?
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Will he be pulling your plough with cords, turning up the valleys after you?
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Will you put your faith in him, because his strength is great? will you give the fruit of your work into his care?
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Will you be looking for him to come back, and get in your seed to the crushing-floor?
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Is the wing of the ostrich feeble, or is it because she has no feathers,
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That she puts her eggs on the earth, warming them in the dust,
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Without a thought that they may be crushed by the foot, and broken by the beasts of the field?
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She is cruel to her young ones, as if they were not hers; her work is to no purpose; she has no fear.
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For God has taken wisdom from her mind, and given her no measure of knowledge.
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When she is shaking her wings on high, she makes sport of the horse and of him who is seated on him.