1 Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? dost thou mark the calving of the hinds?

2 Dost thou number the months that they fulfil? and knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

3 They bow themselves, they give birth to their young ones, they cast out their pains;

4 Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go forth, and return not unto them.

5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? and who hath loosed the bands of the onager,

6 Whose house I made the wilderness, and the salt plain his dwellings?

7 He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver;

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

9 Will the buffalo be willing to serve thee, or will he lodge by thy crib?

10 Canst thou bind the buffalo with his cord in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

11 Wilt thou put confidence in him, because his strength is great? and wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

12 Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy threshing-floor?

13 The wing of the ostrich beats joyously-But is it the stork's pinion and plumage?

14 For she leaveth her eggs to the earth, and warmeth them in the dust,

15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may trample them.

16 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 deprived her of wisdom, and hath not furnished her with understanding.

18 What time she lasheth herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.

19 Hast thou given strength to the horse? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

20 Dost thou make him to leap as a locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.

21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in {his} strength; he goeth forth to meet the armed host.

22 He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from before the sword.

23 The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin.

24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage, and cannot contain himself at the sound of the trumpet:

25 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 Doth the hawk fly by thine intelligence, {and} stretch his wings toward the south?

27 Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make his nest on high?

28 He inhabiteth the rock and maketh his dwelling on the point of the cliff, and the fastness:

29 From thence he spieth out the prey, his eyes look into the distance;

30 And his young ones suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is he.

1 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 number the months that they fulfil?

Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young,

They cast out their pains.

4 Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field;

They go forth, and return not again.

5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free?

Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

6 Whose home I have made the wilderness,

And the salt land his dwelling-place?

7 He scorneth the tumult of the city,

Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

8 The range of the mountains is his pasture,

And he searcheth after every green thing.

9 Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee?

Or will he abide by thy crib?

10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow?

Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great?

Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?

12 Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed,

And gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?

13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly;

But are they the pinions and plumage of love?

14 For she leaveth her eggs on the earth,

And warmeth them in the dust,

15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them,

Or that the wild beast may trample them.

16 She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers:

Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear;

17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom,

Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.

18 What time she lifteth up herself on high,

She scorneth the horse and his rider.

19 Hast thou given the horse his might?

Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

20 Hast thou made him to leap as a locust?

The glory of his snorting is terrible.

21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength:

He goeth out to meet the armed men.

22 He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed;

Neither turneth he back from the sword.

23 The quiver rattleth against him,

The flashing spear and the javelin.

24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage;

Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

25 As oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha!

And he smelleth the battle afar off,

The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

26 Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth,

And stretcheth her wings toward the south?

27 Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up,

And maketh her nest on high?

28 On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home,

Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

29 From thence she spieth out the prey;

Her eyes behold it afar off.

30 Her young ones also suck up blood:

And where the slain are, there is she.