¹⁴ She lays her eggs on the ground
    and lets them warm in the sand,

¹⁶ She treats her young harshly,^(A) as if they were not hers;
    she cares not that her labor was in vain,

¹³ Thorns^(A) will overrun her citadels,
    nettles and brambles her strongholds.^(B)
She will become a haunt for jackals,^(C)
    a home for owls.^(D)

¹⁵ “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
    and have no compassion on the child^(A) she has borne?
Though she may forget,
    I will not forget you!^(B)