10. Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11. Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?
12. Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?
13. The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?
14. For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,
15. And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.
16. She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear;
17. Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
18. What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.
19. Hast thou given the horse his might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20. Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
21. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.
22. He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
23. The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
24. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.