12 Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, And gather the grain of your threshing floor?
13 "The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions 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.
