Job 39

CLV(i) 1 Are you acquainted with the bearing of the ibexes of the crag? Do you observe the travailing of the hinds? 2 Do you number the months they must fulfill, And do you know the time of their bearing? 3 They crouch; they deliver their young; They put forth the cause of their cramps. 4 Their young ones thrive; they grow great in the open; They go forth and return no more to them. 5 Who has sent forth the onager free, And who has unloosed the bonds of the wild donkey, 6 Whose home I have constituted the steppe, And the salty wastes as his habitat? 7 He makes sport of the clamor of the town; He does not hear the tumults of the taskmaster. 8 He explores the mountains as his pasture And seeks after every green thing. 9 Is the wild bull willing to serve you? Would he lodge all night at your crib? 10 Can you tie the wild bull with curb and rope? Would he harrow the vales after you? 11 Would you put trust in Him because his vigor is great, And would you leave your labor to him? 12 Would you put reliance on him that he would return And gather your seed to your threshing site? 13 The wing of the ostrich flaps joyously, But is not the pinion of the stork with its feathers. 14 When she leaves her eggs on the land And warms them on the soil, 15 She forgets that a foot may press down on it, Or a wild animal of the field may stomp on it. 16 She seems indurate to her young as though not hers, Without alarm that her labor be for nought. 17 For Eloah caused her to be oblivious to wisdom And did not apportion understanding to her. 18 Yet at the time she rears up on high, She makes sport of the horse and his rider. 19 Do you give to the horse its mastery? Do you clothe its neck with thunder? 20 Do you make him quake like the locust? The splendor of his snorting strikes dread. 21 He paws in the vale and is elated in his vigor; He goes forth to meet the weapons of battle. 22 He makes sport of alarm and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back because of the sword. 23 On him the quiver jubilates, The blaze of spear and scimitar. 24 With quaking and thunderous sound, he gulps up the earth, And he cannot believe the sound of the trumpet. 25 As soon as the trumpet sounds, he shouts, Aha! And from afar he smells the battle, The thunder of the chiefs and the shouting!" 26 Is it by your understanding that the hawk glides, That it spreads its wings southward? 27 Or is it by your bidding that the vulture soars aloft, And that he makes his nest so high? 28 He roosts on a crag and lodges himself On the tooth of a crag and a fastness; 29 From there he reconnoiters for food; His eyes scrutinize far off; 30 His brood imbibe the blood, And where there are bodies wounded to death, there he is.