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Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
10 ೧೦ ನೇಗಿಲ ಸಾಲಿಗೆ ಕಾಡುಕೋಣವನ್ನು ಹಗ್ಗದಿಂದ ಕಟ್ಟುವೆಯಾ? ಅದು ತಗ್ಗಿನ ಭೂಮಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನನ್ನು ಹಿಂಬಾಲಿಸಿ ಕುಂಟೆ ಎಳೆಯುವುದೋ?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on them!
16 ೧೬ ತನ್ನ ಮರಿಗಳನ್ನು ತನ್ನವುಗಳೆಂದೆಣಿಸದೆ ಬಾಧೆಗೊಳಪಡಿಸುವುದು, ತನ್ನ ಹೆರಿಗೆ ನಿಷ್ಫಲವಾದರೂ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಏನೂ ಚಿಂತೆ ಇಲ್ಲ.
Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 ೨೪ ಅದು ತುತ್ತೂರಿಯ ಶಬ್ದವನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿದರೂ, ನಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಉಗ್ರತೆಯಿಂದ ಕಂಪಿಸುತ್ತಾ ನೆಲವನ್ನು ನುಂಗಿಬಿಡುವುದೋ ಎಂಬಂತೆ ಓಡುವುದು.
With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
25 ೨೫ ತುತ್ತೂರಿ ಊದಿದಾಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಆಹಾ! ಎಂದುಕೊಂಡು ಕಾಳಗ, ಆರ್ಭಟ, ಸೇನಾಪತಿಗಳ ಗರ್ಜನೆ, ಇವುಗಳನ್ನು ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದರೂ ಮೂಸಿನೋಡಿ ತಿಳಿಯುವುದು.
As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
