13. The wing of the ostrich rejoiceth, but are her pinions and feathers kindly?
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 is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers: though her labour be in vain, she is without fear;