Job 39

¹Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? orcanst thou mark when the hinds do calve? ²Canst thou number the months that they fulfill? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth? ³They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they cast out their sorrows. ⁴Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up in the open field; they go forth, and return not again, ⁵Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass? ⁶Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place. ⁷He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver. ⁸The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing. ⁹Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? or will he abide by thy crib? ¹⁰Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? ¹¹Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave to him thy labour? ¹²Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the corn ofthy threshingfloor? ¹³The wing of the ostrich rejoiceth, butare her pinions and feathers kindly? ¹⁴For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, and warmeth them in the dust, ¹⁵And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them. ¹⁶She is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers: though her labour be in vain, she iswithout fear; ¹⁷Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding. ¹⁸What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider. ¹⁹Hast thou given the horse hismight? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane? ²⁰Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? the glory of his snorting is terrible. ²¹He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth out to meet the armed men. ²²He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; neither turneth he back from the sword. ²³The quiver rattleth against him, the flashing spear and the javelin. ²⁴He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet. ²⁵As oft as the trumpet soundethhe saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. ²⁶Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, andstretch her wings toward the south? ²⁷Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high? ²⁸She dwelleth on the rock, and hath her lodging there, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong hold. ²⁹From thence she spieth out the prey; her eyes behold it afar off. ³⁰Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.