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Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the barren land his dwelling?
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He scorns the tumult of the city; He does not heed the shouts of the driver.
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The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searches after every green thing.
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"Will the wild ox be willing to serve you? Will he bed by your manger?
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Can you bind the wild ox in the furrow with ropes? Or will he plow the valleys behind you?
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Will you trust him because his strength is great? Or will you leave your labor to him?
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Will you trust him to bring home your grain, And gather it to your threshing floor?
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"The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, But are her wings and pinions like the kindly stork's?
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For she leaves her eggs on the ground, And warms them in the dust;
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She forgets that a foot may crush them, Or that a wild beast may break them.
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She treats her young harshly, as though they were not hers; Her labor is in vain, without concern,