16 Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain 'is' her labour without fear.
17 For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:
18 At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
19 Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck 'with' a mane?
20 Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting 'is' terrible.
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