Job 39:1-30 CSB

[1] Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the deer in labor? [2] Can you count the months they are pregnant so you can know the time they give birth? [3] They crouch down to give birth to their young; they deliver their newborn. [4] Their offspring are healthy and grow up in the open field. They leave and do not return. [5] Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from its harness? [6] I made the desert its home, and the salty wasteland its dwelling. [7] It scoffs at the noise of the village and never hears the shouts of a driver. [8] It roams the mountains for its pastureland, searching for anything green. [9] Would the wild ox be willing to serve you? Would it spend the night by your feeding trough? [10] Can you hold the wild ox to a furrow by its harness? Will it plow the valleys behind you? [11] Can you depend on it because its strength is great? Would you leave it to do your hard work? [12] Can you trust the wild ox to harvest your grain and bring it to your threshing floor? [13] The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but are her feathers and plumage like the stork's? [14] She abandons her eggs on the ground and lets them be warmed in the sand. [15] She forgets that a foot may crush them or that some wild animal may trample them. [16] She treats her young harshly, as if they were not her own, with no fear that her labor may have been in vain. [17] For God has deprived her of wisdom; he has not endowed her with understanding. [18] When she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider. [19] Do you give strength to the horse? Do you adorn his neck with a mane? [20] Do you make him leap like a locust? His proud snorting fills one with terror. [21] He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle. [22] He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing; he does not run from the sword. [23] A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and a javelin. [24] He charges ahead with trembling rage; he cannot stand still at the sound of the ram's horn. [25] When the ram's horn blasts, he snorts defiantly. He smells the battle from a distance; he hears the officers' shouts and the battle cry. [26] Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread its wings to the south? [27] Does the eagle soar at your command and make its nest on high? [28] It lives on a cliff where it spends the night; its stronghold is on a rocky crag. [29] From there it searches for prey; its eyes penetrate the distance. [30] Its brood gulps down blood, and where the slain are, it is there.