Job 39 · איוב

Knowst thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowst thou the time when they bring forth?

They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they send forth their offspring.

Their young ones grow strong; they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not to them.

Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the onager?

whose house I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwellings.

He scorns the tumult of the city, nor does he regard the shouts of the driver.

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

Will the wild ox be willing to serve thee, or will he abide by thy crib?

canst thou bind the wild ox with ropes in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

The wing of the ostrich waves joyously; but are they the pinions and plumage of the stork?

For she leaves her eggs in the earth, and warms them in dust,

and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: though her labour is in vain of yet she is without fear;

because God has deprived her of wisdom, nor has he imparted to her understanding.

At some time she lifts up herself on high; she scorns the horse and his rider.

Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with power?

Dost thou make him leap like a locust? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.

He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: he goes out to meet the battle.

He mocks at fear, and is not affrighted; nor does he turn back from the sword.

The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the javelin.

He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: nor does he believe that it is the sound of the trumpet.

He says among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

Does the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings towards the south?

does the vulture mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?

She dwells and abides on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.

From thence she swoops down on the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.

Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.