As an eagle that stirreth up her nest, That fluttereth over her young, He spread abroad his wings, he took them, He bare them on his pinions.

The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?

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

When ye lie among the sheepfolds, It is as the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

He will cover thee with his pinions, And under his wings shalt thou take refuge: His truth is a shield and a buckler.

and say, Thus saith the Lord Jehovah: A great eagle with great wings and long pinions, full of feathers, which had divers colors, came unto Lebanon, and took the top of the cedar: