For she leaves her eggs to the earth, and lets them warm on the dust;
The wing of the ostriches flap joyously, though not like the stork’s pinions or feathers.
and forgets that a foot may crush it, or the beast of the field may trample it;
A man wandering from his place is like a bird that wanders from the nest.
And it shall be for a man to burn; yea, he takes of them and is warmed; and he kindles it and bakes bread. Yea, he makes a god and worships; he makes a carved image and bows to it.
Even the jackals draw out the breast; they suckle their young. But the daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.