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13 The wing of the ostrich beateth joyously; But are her pinions and feathers the kindly stork's?

14 For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in dust,

15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.

16 She is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers; Though her labour be in vain, she is without fear;

17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath He imparted to her understanding.

18 When the time cometh, she raiseth her wings on high, And scorneth the horse and his rider.

19 Hast thou given the horse his strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with fierceness?

20 Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; He goeth out to meet the clash of arms.

22 He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

23 The quiver rattleth upon him, The glittering spear and the javelin.

24 He swalloweth the ground with storm and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the horn.

25 As oft as he heareth the horn he saith: 'Ha, ha!' And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

26 Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, And stretch her wings toward the south?

27 Doth the vulture mount up at thy command, And make her nest on high?

28 She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, Upon the crag of the rock, and the stronghold.

29 From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.

30 Her young ones also suck up blood; And where the slain are, there is she.

Job 39:13-30, JPS Tanakh 1917. Public domain.
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