Job 39

¹Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark! ²Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth! ³They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth. ⁴Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them. ⁵Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened? ⁶Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land, ⁷He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not. ⁸The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh. ⁹Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib? ¹⁰Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee? ¹¹Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour? ¹²Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?

¹³The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk. ¹⁴For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them, ¹⁵And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down. ¹⁶Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain is her labour without fear. ¹⁷For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding: ¹⁸At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.

¹⁹Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane? ²⁰Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting is terrible. ²¹They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour. ²²He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword. ²³Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert. ²⁴With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet. ²⁵Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.

²⁶By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south? ²⁷At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest? ²⁸A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress. ²⁹From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively, ³⁰And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced are—there is he!

Chapter 40