39:1 Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth [Or] canst thou mark when the hinds do calve 39:2 Canst thou number the months that they fulfil Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth 39:3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains. 39:4 Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again. 39:5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass, 39:6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place 39:7 He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver. 39:8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing. 39:9 Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee Or will he abide by thy crib 39:10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow Or will he harrow the valleys after thee 39:11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor 39:12 Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather [the grain] of thy threshing-floor 39:13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; [But] are they the pinions and plumage of love 39:14 For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust, 39:15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them. 39:16 She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, [she is] without fear; 39:17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding. 39:18 What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider. 39:19 Hast thou given the horse [his] might Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane 39:20 Hast thou made him to leap as a locust The glory of his snorting is terrible. 39:21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men. 39:22 He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword. 39:23 The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin. 39:24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet. 39:25 As oft as the trumpet [soundeth] he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting. 39:26 Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, (And) stretcheth her wings toward the south 39:27 Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high 39:28 On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold. 39:29 From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off. 39:30 Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.