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? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
2 Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou 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 kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they cast out their fruit.
4 Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
Their young ones wax strong, they grow up in the open field; they go forth, and return not again.
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? Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
6 Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling-place.
7 He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings 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 wild-ox be willing to serve thee? Or will he abide 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 wild-ox with his band 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 trust him, because his strength is great? Or 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 rely on him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the corn of 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 beateth joyously; but are her pinions and feathers the kindly stork's?
14 For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, and warmeth them in 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 wild beast 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 if they were not hers; though her labour be in vain, she is without fear;
17 For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath He imparted to her understanding.
18 What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
When the time cometh, she raiseth her wings on high, and 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 the horse his strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with fierceness?
20 Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his 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 out to meet the clash of arms.
22 He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from 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 storm and rage; neither believeth he that it is the voice of the horn.
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.
As oft as he heareth the horn he saith: 'Ha, ha!' 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 soar by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
27 Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
Doth the vulture mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
28 The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the stronghold.
29 From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
From thence she spieth out the prey; her eyes behold it afar off.
30 And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
Her young ones also suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is she.
