Job 39:1-30 WEB

[1] “Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns? [2] Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth? [3] They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor pains. [4] Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again. [5] “Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey, [6] whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place? [7] He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver. [8] The range of the mountains is his pasture. He searches after every green thing. [9] “Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough? [10] Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you? [11] Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor? [12] Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor? [13] “The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the feathers and plumage of love? [14] For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust, [15] and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them. [16] She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear, [17] because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding. [18] When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider. [19] “Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane? [20] Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome. [21] He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men. [22] He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword. [23] The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin. [24] He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet. [25] As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. [26] “Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south? [27] Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high? [28] On the cliff he dwells and makes his home, on the point of the cliff and the stronghold. [29] From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off. [30] His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”