16. She cruelly disowns her youngand her labor is useless; she has no fear.
17. For God has withheld wisdom from herand given her no share in understanding.
18. Yet when she spreads her wings high,she laughs at a horse and rider.
19. Do you give the horse his strength,and clothe his neck with a mane?
20. Do you make him quiver like a locust,while his thunderous snorting spreads terror?
21. He paws the valley, he rejoices in his strength,and charges into battle.
22. He laughs at fear and cannot be terrified;he does not retreat from the sword.
23. Around him rattles the quiver,flashes the spear and the javelin.
24. Frenzied and trembling he devours the ground;he does not hold back at the sound of the trumpet;
25. at the trumpet’s call he cries, “Aha!”Even from afar he scents the battle,the roar of the officers and the shouting.
26. Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars,that he spreads his wings toward the south?
27. Does the eagle fly up at your commandto build his nest up high?
28. On a cliff he dwells and spends the night,on the spur of cliff or fortress.
29. From there he watches for his food;his eyes behold it afar off.
30. His young ones greedily drink blood;where the slain are, there is he.