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He scorns the tumult of the city; He does not heed the shouts of the driver.
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The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searches after every green thing.
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"Will the wild ox be willing to serve you? Will he bed by your manger?
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Can you bind the wild ox in the furrow with ropes? Or will he plow the valleys behind you?
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Will you trust him because his strength is great? Or will you leave your labor to him?
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Will you trust him to bring home your grain, And gather it to your threshing floor?
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"The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, But are her wings and pinions like the kindly stork's?
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For she leaves her eggs on the ground, And warms them in the dust;
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She forgets that a foot may crush them, Or that a wild beast may break them.
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She treats her young harshly, as though they were not hers; Her labor is in vain, without concern,
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Because God deprived her of wisdom, And did not endow her with understanding.
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When she lifts herself on high, She scorns the horse and its rider.
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"Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with thunder?
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Can you frighten him like a locust? His majestic snorting strikes terror.
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He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; He gallops into the clash of arms.
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He mocks at fear, and is not frightened; Nor does he turn back from the sword.
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The quiver rattles against him, The glittering spear and javelin.
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He devours the distance with fierceness and rage; Nor does he come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded.
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At the blast of the trumpet he says, 'Aha!' He smells the battle from afar, The thunder of captains and shouting.
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"Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, And spread its wings toward the south?
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Does the eagle mount up at your command, And make its nest on high?
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On the rocks it dwells and resides, On the crag of the rock and the stronghold.
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From there it spies out the prey; Its eyes observe from afar.
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Its young ones suck up blood; And where the slain are, there it is."