For she leaves her eggs to the earth, and lets them warm in the dust,
The wing of the ostrich beats joyously; though not like the stork's pinions for flight.
and forgets that a foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may break them.
As a bird that wanders from her nest, so is a man who wanders from his place.
And it shall be for a man to burn; for he will take some of it and warm himself. Yes, he kindles it and bakes bread; yes, he makes a god and worships; he makes it a graven image and falls down to it.
Even the jackals draw out the breast; they suckle their young ones. The daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.