Job 39
1 Do you know at what time the wild goats in the rocks bear their young? Can you watch when the deer are having their fawns?
“Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?
2 Can you count the months that they gestate? Do you know the time when they bear their young?
Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth?
3 They crouch down and birth their young, and then they finish their labor pains.
They crouch down and bring forth their young; they deliver their newborn.
4 Their young ones become strong and grow up in the open fields; they go out and do not come back again.
Their young ones thrive and grow up in the open field; they leave and do not return.
5 Who let the wild donkey go free? Who has untied the bonds of the swift donkey,
Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness?
6 whose home I have made in the Arabah, his house in the salt land?
I made the wilderness his home and the salt flats his dwelling.
7 He laughs in scorn at the noises in the city; he does not hear the driver's shouts.
He scorns the tumult of the city and never hears the shouts of a driver.
8 He roams over the mountains as his pastures; there he looks for every green plant to eat.
He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing.
9 Will the wild ox be happy to serve you? Will he consent to stay by your manger?
Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night?
10 Can you use ropes to hold the wild ox in the furrows? Will he harrow the valleys as he follows after you?
Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he plow the valleys behind you?
11 Will you trust him because his strength is great? Will you leave your work to him to do?
Can you rely on his great strength? Will you leave your hard work to him?
12 Will you depend on him to bring your grain home, to gather the grain for your threshing floor?
Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?
13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love?
The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions and feathers of the stork.
14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, and she lets them keep warm in the dust;
For she leaves her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand.
15 she forgets that a foot might crush them or that a wild beast might trample them.
She forgets that a foot may crush them, or a wild animal may trample them.
16 She deals roughly with her young ones as if they were not hers; she does not fear that her labor might have been in vain,
She treats her young harshly, as if not her own, with no concern that her labor was in vain.
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom and has not given her any understanding.
For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding.
18 When she runs swiftly, she laughs in scorn at the horse and its rider.
Yet when she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
19 Have you given the horse his strength? Did you clothe his neck with his flowing mane?
Do you give strength to the horse or adorn his neck with a mane?
20 Have you ever made him jump like a locust? The majesty of his snorting is fearsome.
Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
21 He paws in might and rejoices in his strength; he rushes out to meet the weapons.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle.
22 He mocks fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.
He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword.
23 The quiver rattles against his flank, along with the flashing spear and the javelin.
A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and lance.
24 He swallows up ground with fierceness and rage; at the trumpet's sound, he cannot stand in one place.
Trembling with excitement, he devours the distance; he cannot stand still when the ram’s horn sounds.
25 Whenever the trumpet sounds, he says, 'Aha!' He smells the battle from far away— the thunderous shouts of the commanders and the outcries.
At the blast of the horn, he snorts with fervor. He catches the scent of battle from afar— the shouts of captains and the cry of war.
26 Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, that he stretches out his wings for the south?
Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south?
27 Is it at your orders that the eagle mounts up and makes his nest in high places?
Does the eagle soar at your command and make his nest on high?
28 He lives on cliffs and makes his home on the peaks of cliffs, a stronghold.
He dwells on a cliff and lodges there; his stronghold is on a rocky crag.
29 From there he searches for victims; his eyes see them from very far away.
From there he spies out food; his eyes see it from afar.
30 His young also drink up blood; where killed people are, there he is.”
His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.”
