1 K nowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

2 C anst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

3 T hey bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.

4 T heir young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.

5 W ho hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

6 W hose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

7 H e scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

8 T he range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.

9 W ill the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?

10 C anst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

11 W ilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?

12 W ilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?

13 T he wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?

14 F or she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,

15 A nd forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.

16 S he dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear;

17 B ecause God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.

18 W hat time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.

19 H ast thou given the horse his might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

20 H ast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

21 H e paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.

22 H e mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

23 T he quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.

24 H e swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

25 A s oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

26 I s it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, (And) stretcheth her wings toward the south?

27 I s it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?

28 O n the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

29 F rom thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.

30 H er young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.