11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave to him thy labour?
12 Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the corn of thy threshingfloor?
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;
17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.