¹³ “The wings of the ostrich wave proudly;
    but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
¹⁴ For she leaves her eggs on the earth,
    warms them in the dust,
¹⁵ and forgets that the foot may crush them,
    or that the wild animal may trample them.
¹⁶ She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers.
    Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
¹⁷ because God has deprived her of wisdom,
    neither has he imparted to her understanding.
¹⁸ When she lifts up herself on high,
    she scorns the horse and his rider.

¹⁹ “Have you given the horse might?
    Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
²⁰ Have you made him to leap as a locust?
    The glory of his snorting is awesome.
²¹ He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength.
    He goes out to meet the armed men.
²² He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed,
    neither does he turn back from the sword.
²³ The quiver rattles against him,
    the flashing spear and the javelin.
²⁴ He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage,
    neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
²⁵ As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’
    He smells the battle afar off,
    the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

²⁶ “Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars,
    and stretches her wings toward the south?
²⁷ Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up,
    and makes his nest on high?
²⁸ On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home,
    on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
²⁹ From there he spies out the prey.
    His eyes see it afar off.
³⁰ His young ones also suck up blood.
    Where the slain are, there he is.”