He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.

Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?

Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.

He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.

The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.