Job 39

 Job 39

1 Do you know the time of the wild goats' young, or the pain of the hinds?

2 Do you count the months they fulfill? Or do you know the time of their birth?

3 They bow down to have their young, and cast away their pain.

4 Their young grow stiff, they grow up with the grain, they go out, and never return to them.

5 Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass?

6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwellings?

7 He laughs at the noise of the city; he does not hear the many cries of the taskmaster.

8 He who searches the mountains is his pasture, and seeks out every green thing.

9 Will the unicorn serve you, or will he remain in your stable? 

10 Will you tie the unicorn to the trench with a rope, or will it break up the valleys after you?

11 Will you trust in him, because his strength is great, or will you leave your work to him?

12 Will you trust in him to bring back to you what you have sown and to gather it into your threshing floor?

13 The ostrich flaps her wings with joy, with the feathers of a stork.

14 She leaves her eggs on the ground and warms them in the dust.

15 She forgets that a foot may crush them, or that the beasts of the field may trample them.

16 She is harsh with her young, as if they were not hers; her labor is in vain, for she is without fear.

17 For God has deprived her of wisdom, and has not given her understanding.

18 She rises up on high in due time; she laughs at the horse and at his rider. 

19 Will you give strength to the horse? Or will you clothe his neck with mane? 

20 Or will you scare him like a locust? The fiery breath of his nostrils is terrible. 

21 He digs in the earth, and rejoices in his strength, and goes out to meet the armed.

 22 He laughs at fear, and is not dismayed, and does not turn back because of the sword. 

23 The quiver rattles against him, the flaming iron of the spear and the javelin.

 24 Shaking himself, and moving, he digs in the earth, and does not heed the sound of the trumpet. 

25 At the sound of the trumpet he says, "Hail!" And he smells war from afar, the thunder of princes, and the noise. 

26 Or does the hawk fly at your understanding, spreading its wings toward the south? 

27 Or does the eagle depart at your command, and make its nest on high?

28 It dwells and lives among the rocks, on the top of the rocks, and in strongholds.

29 From there it searches for its prey; its eyes see it from afar.

30 Its young suck blood; and where the slain are, there it is.