Job 39

¹ Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve? ² Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth? ³ They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their fruit. ⁴ Their young ones wax strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again. ⁵ Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass? ⁶ Whose house I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place. ⁷ He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver. ⁸ The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing. ⁹ Will the wild-ox be willing to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib? ¹⁰ Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee? ¹¹ Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? ¹² Wilt thou rely on him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the corn of thy threshing-floor? ¹³ The wing of the ostrich beateth joyously; But are her pinions and feathers the kindly stork's? ¹⁴ For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in dust, ¹⁵ And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them. ¹⁶ She is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers; Though her labour be in vain, she is without fear; ¹⁷ Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath He imparted to her understanding. ¹⁸ When the time cometh, she raiseth her wings on high, And scorneth the horse and his rider. ¹⁹ Hast thou given the horse his strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with fierceness? ²⁰ Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible. ²¹ He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; He goeth out to meet the clash of arms. ²² He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. ²³ The quiver rattleth upon him, The glittering spear and the javelin. ²⁴ He swalloweth the ground with storm and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the horn. ²⁵ As oft as he heareth the horn he saith: "Ha, ha! " And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting. ²⁶ Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, And stretch her wings toward the south? ²⁷ Doth the vulture mount up at thy command, And make her nest on high? ²⁸ She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, Upon the crag of the rock, and the stronghold. ²⁹ From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off. ³⁰ Her young ones also suck up blood; And where the slain are, there is she.