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 fulfill? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?⋮

3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they cast out their sorrows.⋮

4 Their young ones are in good liking, 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 content 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 to him thy labour?⋮

12 Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the corn of thy threshingfloor?⋮

13 The wing of the ostrich rejoiceth, but are her pinions and feathers kindly?⋮

14 For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, and warmeth them in the 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 What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.⋮

19 Hast thou given the horse his might? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?⋮

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 armed men.⋮

22 He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; neither turneth he back from the sword.⋮

23 The quiver rattleth against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.⋮

24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.⋮

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.⋮

26 Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?⋮

27 Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?⋮

28 She dwelleth on the rock, and hath her lodging there, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong hold.⋮

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.⋮