39 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.