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 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,
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