Job 39

39:1 Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? `Or' canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
39:2 Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
39:3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.
39:4 Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.
39:5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,
39:6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?
39:7 He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
39:8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
39:9 Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
39:10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
39:11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?
39:12 Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather `the grain' of thy threshing-floor?
39:13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; `But' are they the pinions and plumage of love?
39:14 For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,
39:15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.
39:16 She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, `she is' without fear;
39:17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
39:18 What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.
39:19 Hast thou given the horse `his' might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
39:20 Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
39:21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.
39:22 He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
39:23 The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
39:24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.
39:25 As oft as the trumpet `soundeth' he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
39:26 Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, (And) stretcheth her wings toward the south?
39:27 Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?
39:28 On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
39:29 From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.
39:30 Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.