Job 39

Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth?

Canst thou number the months that they fulfil?

They bow themselves, they bring forth their young,

Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field;

Who hath sent out the wild ass free?

Whose home I have made the wilderness,

He scorneth the tumult of the city,

The range of the mountains is his pasture,

Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee?

Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow?

Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great?

Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed,

The wings of the ostrich wave proudly;

For she leaveth her eggs on the earth,

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them,

She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers:

Because God hath deprived her of wisdom,

What time she lifteth up herself on high,

Hast thou given the horse his might?

Hast thou made him to leap as a locust?

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength:

He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed;

The quiver rattleth against him,

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage;

As oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha!

Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth,

Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up,

On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home,

From thence she spieth out the prey;

Her young ones also suck up blood: