^{13 Ref} The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.

¹⁴ For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,

¹⁵ And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.

^{16 Ref} Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain `is' her labour without fear.

^{17 Ref} For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:

^{18 Ref} At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.