Job 39

1Do thou know the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or can thou mark when the hinds do calve? 2Can thou number the months that they fulfill? Or do thou know the time when they bring forth? 3They bow themselves. They bring forth their young. They cast out their pains. 4Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and return not again. 5Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey 6whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling-place? 7He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shoutings of the driver. 8The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing. 9Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib? 10Can thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee? 11Will thou trust him because his strength is great? Or will thou leave to him thy labor? 12Will thou confide in him that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the grain of thy threshing-floor? 13The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love? 14For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and warms them in the dust. 15And she forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them. 16She deals hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear, 17because God has deprived her of wisdom, nor has he imparted understanding to her. 18The time she lifts up herself on high she scorns the horse and his rider. 19Have thou given the horse his might? Have thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane? 20Have thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome. 21He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men. 22He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed. Neither does he turn back from the sword. 23The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin. 24He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage, nor does he believe that it is the voice of the trumpet. 25As often as the trumpet sounds he says, Aha! And he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. 26Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south? 27Is it at thy command that the eagle mounts up, and makes her nest on high? 28She dwells on the cliff, and makes her home upon the point of the cliff and the stronghold. 29From there she spies out the prey. Her eyes behold it afar off. 30Her young ones also suck up blood. And where the slain are, there is she.
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