Job

39:1  Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

39:2  Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

39:3  They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.

39:4  Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.

39:5  Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?

39:6  Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.

39:7  He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.

39:8  The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.

39:9  Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?

39:10  Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

39:11  Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

39:12  Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

39:13  Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?

39:14  Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,

39:15  And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

39:16  She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vain without fear;

39:17  Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.

39:18  What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.

39:19  Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?

39:20  Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.

39:21  He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.

39:22  He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.

39:23  The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.

39:24  He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

39:25  He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

39:26  Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?

39:27  Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?

39:28  She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.

39:29  From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.

39:30  Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.