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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

¹⁶She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without her concern.

¹⁷For God hath deprived her of wisdom, and hath not furnished her with understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

²⁵At the noise of the trumpets he saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

²⁶Doth the hawk fly by thine intelligence, and stretch his wings toward the south?

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

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

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

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