Job 39

1Knowest you the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? canst you mark when the hinds do calve? 2Canst you number the months they fulfil? or knowest you the time when they bring forth? 3They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows. 4Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them. 5Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass? 6Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings. 7He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver. 8The range of the mountains his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing. 9Will the unicorn be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib? 10Canst you bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after you? 11will you trust him, because his strength great? or will you leave your labour to him? 12will you believe him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather your barn? 13the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich? 14Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust, 15And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them. 16She is hardened against her young ones, as though not hers: her labour is in vain without fear; 17Because Elohim has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding. 18What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider. 19Hast you given the horse strength? hast you clothed his neck with thunder? 20Canst you make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils terrible. 21He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. 22He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword. 23The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. 24He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that the sound of the trumpet. 25He says among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. 26does the hawk fly by your wisdom, stretch her wings toward the south? 27does the eagle mount up at your command, and make her nest on high? 28She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. 29From thence she seeketh the prey, her eyes behold afar off. 30Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain , there she.