Under the whole heavens, he letteth it loose, His lightning also, unto the wings of the earth;

That it might lay hold of the wings of the earth, and the lawless be shaken out of it?

The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?

What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.

Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?