14. She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand,
15. unmindful that a foot may crush them, that some wild animal may trample them.
16. She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers; she cares not that her labor was in vain,
17. for God did not endow her with wisdom or give her a share of good sense.
18. Yet when she spreads her feathers to run, she laughs at horse and rider.
19. “Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?
20. Do you make it leap like a locust, striking terror with its proud snorting?
21. It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength, and charges into the fray.
22. It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; it does not shy away from the sword.
23. The quiver rattles against its side, along with the flashing spear and lance.