Like a vine he will let his sour grapes fall, and like an olive tree he will shed his blossoms.

For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and lets them be warmed on the soil.

She forgets that a foot might crush them, or that a wild animal might trample them.

She is harsh with her young, as if they were not hers; she is unconcerned about the uselessness of her labor.

But as soon as she springs up, she laughs at the horse and its rider.