Job 39:1-30 CEB

[1] Do you know when mountain goats give birth; do you observe the birthing of does? [2] Can you count the months of pregnancy; do you know when they give birth? [3] They crouch, split open for their young, send forth their offspring. [4] Their young are healthy; they grow up in the open country, leave and never return. [5] Who freed the wild donkey, loosed the ropes of the onager [6] to whom I gave the desert as home, his dwelling place in the salt flats? [7] He laughs at the clamor of the town, doesn’t hear the driver’s shout, [8] searches the hills for food and seeks any green sprout. [9] Will the wild ox agree to be your slave, or will it spend the night in your crib? [10] Can you bind it with a rope to a plowed row; will it plow the valley behind you? [11] Will you trust it because its strength is great so that you can leave your work to it? [12] Can you rely on it to bring back your grain to gather into your threshing floor? [13] The ostrich’s wings flap joyously, but her wings and plumage are like a stork. [14] She leaves her eggs on the earth, lets them warm in the dust, [15] then forgets that a foot may crush them or a wild animal trample them. [16] She treats her young harshly as if they were not hers, without worrying that her labor might be in vain; [17] God didn’t endow her with sense, didn’t give her some good sense. [18] When she flaps her wings high, she laughs at horse and rider. [19] Did you give strength to the horse, clothe his neck with a mane, [20] cause him to leap like a locust, his majestic snorting, a fright? [21] He paws in the valley, prances proudly, charges at battle weapons, [22] laughs at fear, unafraid. He doesn’t turn away from the sword; [23] a quiver of arrows flies by him, flashing spear and dagger. [24] Excitedly, trembling, he swallows the ground; can’t stand still at a trumpet’s blast. [25] At a trumpet’s sound, he says, “Aha!” smells the battle from afar, hears officers’ shouting and the battle cry. [26] Is it due to your understanding that the hawk flies, spreading its wings to the south? [27] Or at your command does the eagle soar, the vulture build a nest on high? [28] They dwell on an outcropping of rock, their fortress on rock’s edge. [29] From there they search for food; their eyes notice it from afar, [30] and their young lap up blood; where carcasses lie, there they are.