Job 39
1 Do you know when the wild goats give birth? Have you watched the birth-pains of the deer?
KNOWEST thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
2 Do you know how many months they carry their young? Do you know the time when they give birth?
Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
3 They crouch down in labor to deliver their offspring.
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.
4 Their young grow strong in the open countryside; they leave and never return.
Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.
5 Who gave the wild donkey its freedom? Who set it free from its bonds?
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
6 I have given it the wilderness as its home, the salt plains as a place to live.
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.
7 It despises the noise of the city; it doesn't need to listen to the shouts of a driver.
He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
8 It hunts in the mountains for pastureland, searching for all kinds of green plants to eat.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
9 Is the wild ox willing to serve you? Will it spend the night at your manger?
Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
10 Can you tie a wild ox to a plow? Can you make it till your fields for you?
Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Because it's so powerful can you trust it? Can you depend on it to do your heavy work for you?
Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
12 Are you sure it will gather your grain and bring it to your threshing floor?
Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?
13 The ostrich proudly flaps her wings, but they are nothing like the flight feathers of the stork.
Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
14 The ostrich abandons her eggs on the ground, leaving them to be warmed in the dust.
Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
15 She doesn't think that they can be crushed underfoot, trampled by a wild animal.
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
16 She is tough towards her young, acting as if they didn't belong to her. She doesn't care that all her work was for nothing.
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vain without fear;
17 For I, God, made her forget wisdom—she didn't get her share of intelligence.
Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
18 But when she needs to, she can jump up and run, mocking a horse and its rider with her speed.
What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
19 Did you give the horse its strength? Did you place a mane upon its neck?
Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?
20 Did you make it able to jump like a locust? Its loud snorting is terrifying!
Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
21 It paws at the ground, rearing up with power as it charges into battle.
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.
22 It laughs at fear; it is not frightened at all.
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
23 The quiver full of arrows rattles against it; the spear and the javelin flash in the sunlight.
The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
24 Shaking with rage it gallops across the ground; it cannot remain still when the trumpet sounds.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
25 Whenever the trumpet calls, it is ready; he senses the sound of battle from far away, he hears the commanders shouting.
He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 Is it through your wisdom that the hawk soars, spreading its wings towards the south?
Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
27 Do you command the eagle to fly high and make its nest in the summits of the mountains?
Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
28 It lives among the cliffs, and roosts on a remote rocky crag.
She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.
29 From there it spies its prey from far away, fixing its gaze on its victim. Its chicks eagerly swallow blood.
From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
30 Where the carcasses are, that's where birds of prey are found.”
Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.
