Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vain without fear;
And thorns shall come up in her palaces, nettles and brambles in the fortresses thereof: and it shall be an habitation of dragons, and a court for owls.
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.