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39:4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and don`t return again.
39:7 He scorns the tumult of the city, Neither hears he the shouting of the driver.
39:10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
39:13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?
39:14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, Warms them in the dust,
39:15 And forgets that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild animal may trample them.
39:16 She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
39:17 Because God has deprived her of wisdom, Neither has he imparted to her understanding.
39:20 Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
39:22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.
39:23 The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
39:25 As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, `Aha!` He smells the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
39:26 Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, And stretches her wings toward the south?
39:30 His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.