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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?
2 Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowest thou
the time when they bring forth?
3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast
out their sorrows.
4 Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they
go forth, and return not unto them.
5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands
of the wild ass?
6 Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his
dwellings.
7 He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the
crying of the driver.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after
every green thing.
9 Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
10 Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will
he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou
leave thy labour to him?
12 Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and
gather it into thy barn?
13 Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and
feathers unto the ostrich?
14 Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild
beast may break them.
16 She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not
her's: her labour is in vain without fear;
17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he
imparted to her understanding.
18 What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse
and his rider.
19 Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck
with thunder?
20 Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his
nostrils is terrible.
21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth
on to meet the armed men.
22 He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he
back from the sword.
23 The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the
shield.
24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither
believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
25 He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle
afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward
the south?
27 Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on
high?
28 She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock,
and the strong place.
29 From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
30 Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are,
there is she.
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