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 fruit.
39:4 Their young ones wax 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 bands of the wild ass?
39:6 Whose house 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 willing 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 thy labour to him?
39:12 Wilt thou rely on him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the corn of thy threshing-floor?
39:13 The wing of the ostrich beateth joyously; but are her pinions and feathers the kindly stork's?
39:14 For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
39:15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them.
39:16 She is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers; though her labour 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 When the time cometh, she raiseth her wings on high, and scorneth the horse and his rider.
39:19 Hast thou given the horse his strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with fierceness?
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 clash of arms.
39:22 He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
39:23 The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin.
39:24 He swalloweth the ground with storm and rage; neither believeth he that it is the voice of the horn.
39:25 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.
39:26 Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
39:27 Doth the vulture mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
39:28 She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, 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.