Job 39
1 "Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
Do you know at what time the wild goats have given birth among the rocks, or do you observe the deer when they go into labor?
2 Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
Have you numbered the months since their conception, and do you know at what time they gave birth?
3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they end their labor pains.
They bend themselves for their offspring, and they give birth, and they emit roars.
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and do not return again.
Their young are weaned and go out to feed; they depart and do not return to them.
5 "Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
Who has set the wild ass free, and who has released his bonds?
6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
I have given a house in solitude to him, and his tabernacle is in the salted land.
7 He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
He despises the crowded city; he does not pay attention to the bellow of the tax collector.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
He looks around the mountains of his pasture, and he searches everywhere for green plants.
9 "Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
Will the rhinoceros be willing to serve you, and will he remain in your stall?
10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
Can you detain the rhinoceros with your harness to plough for you, and will he loosen the soil of the furrows behind you?
11 Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
Will you put your faith in his great strength, and delegate your labors to him?
12 Will you have faith in him, that he will bring in your grain, and gather it to your threshing floor?
Will you trust him to return to you the seed, and to gather it on your drying floor?
13 "The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
The wing of the ostrich is like the wings of the heron, and of the hawk.
14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
When she leaves eggs behind in the earth, will you perhaps warm them in the dust?
15 and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
She forgets that feet may trample them, or that the beasts of the field may shatter them.
16 She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
She is hardened against her young, as if they were not hers; she has labored in vain, with no fear compelling her.
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
For God has deprived her of wisdom; neither has he given her understanding.
18 When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
Yet, when the time is right, she raises her wings on high; she ridicules the horse and his rider.
19 "Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
Will you supply strength to the horse, or envelope his throat with neighing?
20 Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
Will you alarm him as the locusts do? His panic is revealed by the display of his nostrils.
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
He digs at the earth with his hoof; he jumps around boldly; he advances to meet armed men.
22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
He despises fear; he does not turn away from the sword.
23 The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
Above him, the quiver rattles, the spear and the shield shake.
24 He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
Seething and raging, he drinks up the earth; neither does he pause when the blast of the trumpet sounds.
25 As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha.' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
When he hears the bugle, he says, “Ha!” He smells the battle from a distance, the exhortation of the officers, and the battle cry of the soldiers.
26 "Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
Does the hawk grow feathers by means of your wisdom, spreading her wings towards the south?
27 Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
Will the eagle lift herself up at your command and make her nest in steep places?
28 On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
She dwells among the rocks, and she lingers among broken boulders and inaccessible cliffs.
29 From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
From there, she looks for food, and her eyes catch sight of it from far away.
30 His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."
Her young will drink blood, and wherever the carcass will be, she is there immediately.
