8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
9 Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
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,