Job 39
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| 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, They cast out their fruit. |
| 4 | Their young ones wax strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again. |
| 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 salt land his dwelling-place. |
| 7 | He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver. |
| 8 | The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing. |
| 9 | Will the wild-ox be willing to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib? |
| 10 | Canst thou bind the wild-ox 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 rely on him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the corn of thy threshing-floor? |
| 13 | The wing of the ostrich beateth joyously; But are her pinions and feathers the kindly stork’s? |
| 14 | For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in dust, |
| 15 | And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them. |
| 16 | She is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers; Though her labour be in vain, she is without fear; . |
| 17 | Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath He imparted to her understanding. |
| 18 | When the time cometh, she raiseth her wings on high, And scorneth the horse and his rider. |
| 19 | Hast thou given the horse his strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with fierceness? |
| 20 | Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible. |
| 21 | He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; He goeth out to meet the clash of arms. |
| 22 | He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. |
| 23 | The quiver rattleth upon him, The glittering spear and the javelin. |
| 24 | He swalloweth the ground with storm and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the horn. |
| 25 | As oft as he heareth the horn he saith: ‘Ha, ha! ’ And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting. |
| 26 | Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, And stretch her wings toward the south? |
| 27 | Doth the vulture 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 stronghold. |
| 29 | From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off. |
| 30 | Her young ones also suck up blood; And where the slain are, there is she. |
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