Job 39
1 Knowest thou the time when the wilde goates bring foorth yong? or doest thou marke when the hindes doe calue?
Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
2 Canst thou nomber the moneths that they fulfill? or knowest thou the time when they bring foorth?
Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
3 They bow them selues: they bruise their yong and cast out their sorowes.
They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
4 Yet their yong waxe fatte, and growe vp with corne: they goe foorth and returne not vnto them.
Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
5 Who hath set the wilde asse at libertie? or who hath loosed the bondes of the wilde asse?
Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
6 It is I which haue made the wildernesse his house, and the salt places his dwellings.
Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
7 He derideth the multitude of the citie: he heareth not the crie of the driuer.
He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
8 He seeketh out the mountaine for his pasture, and searcheth after euery greene thing.
He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
9 Will the vnicorne serue thee? or will he tary by thy cribbe?
Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
10 Canst thou binde the vnicorne with his band to labour in the furrowe? or will he plowe the valleyes after thee?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
11 Wilt thou trust in him, because his strength is great, and cast off thy labour vnto him?
Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
12 Wilt thou beleeue him, that he will bring home thy seede, and gather it vnto thy barne?
Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
13 Hast thou giuen the pleasant wings vnto the peacockes? or winges and feathers vnto the ostriche?
The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
14 Which leaueth his egges in the earth, and maketh them hote in the dust,
For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
15 And forgetteth that the foote might scatter the, or that the wild beast might breake the.
And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on them!
16 He sheweth himselfe cruell vnto his yong ones, as they were not his, and is without feare, as if he trauailed in vaine.
Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
17 For God had depriued him of wisedom, and hath giuen him no part of vnderstanding.
For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
18 When time is, he mounteth on hie: he mocketh the horse and his rider.
What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
19 Hast thou giuen the horse strength? or couered his necke with neying?
Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Hast thou made him afraid as the grashopper? his strong neying is fearefull.
Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
21 He diggeth in the valley, and reioyceth in his strength: he goeth foorth to meete the harnest man.
He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
22 He mocketh at feare, and is not afraid, and turneth not backe from the sworde,
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
23 Though the quiuer rattle against him, the glittering speare and the shield.
Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 He swalloweth the ground for fearcenes and rage, and he beleeueth not that it is the noise of the trumpet.
With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
25 He sayth among the trumpets, Ha, ha: hee smellleth the battell afarre off, and the noyse of the captaines, and the shouting.
As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
26 Shall the hauke flie by thy wisedome, stretching out his wings toward the South?
Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
27 Doeth the eagle mount vp at thy commandement, or make his nest on hie?
Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
28 Shee abideth and remaineth in the rocke, euen vpon the toppe of the rocke, and the tower.
The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
29 From thence she spieth for meate, and her eyes beholde afarre off.
From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
30 His young ones also sucke vp blood: and where the slaine are, there is she.
And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
