Job 39
1 Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? dost thou mark the calving of the hinds?
2 Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
Dost thou number the months that they fulfil? and knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
3 They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
They bow themselves, they give birth to their young ones, they cast out their pains;
4 Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go forth, and return not unto them.
5 Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? and who hath loosed the bands of the onager,
6 Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
Whose house I made the wilderness, and the salt plain his dwellings?
7 He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver;
8 He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
9 Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
Will the buffalo be willing to serve thee, or will he lodge by thy crib?
10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
Canst thou bind the buffalo with his cord in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
Wilt thou put confidence in him, because his strength is great? and wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
12 Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy threshing-floor?
13 The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
The wing of the ostrich beats joyously — But is it the stork's pinion and plumage?
14 For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
For she leaveth her eggs to the earth, and warmeth them in the dust,
15 And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on them!
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may trample them.
16 Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without her concern.
17 For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
For God hath deprived her of wisdom, and hath not furnished her with understanding.
18 What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
What time she lasheth herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
19 Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
Hast thou given strength to the horse? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
Dost thou make him to leap as a locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.
21 He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in [his] strength; he goeth forth to meet the armed host.
22 He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from before the sword.
23 Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin.
24 With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage, and cannot contain himself at the sound of the trumpet:
25 As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
At the noise of the trumpets he saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
Doth the hawk fly by thine intelligence, [and] stretch his wings toward the south?
27 Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make his nest on high?
28 The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
He inhabiteth the rock and maketh his dwelling on the point of the cliff, and the fastness:
29 From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
From thence he spieth out the prey, his eyes look into the distance;
30 And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
And his young ones suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is he.
