"Do you know the time
the 1 amountain
goats
give
birth
? Do you observe
the calving
of the bdeer
?
"Can you count the months
they fulfill
, Or do you know
the time
they give
birth
?
"They kneel down
, they bring
forth
their young
, They get
rid
of their labor
pains
.
"Their offspring become
strong
, they grow
up in the open
field
; They leave
and do not return
to them.
"Who sent
out the awild
donkey
free
? And who
loosed
the bonds
of the swift
donkey
,
To whom I gave
athe wilderness
for a home
And the salt
land
for his dwelling
place
?
"He scorns the tumult
of the city
, The shoutings
of the driver
he does not hear
.
"He explores the mountains
for his pasture
And searches
after
every
green
thing
.
"Will the awild ox
consent
to serve
you, Or
will he spend
the night
at your manger
?
"Can you bind the wild
ox
in a furrow
with 1ropes
, Or
will he harrow
the valleys
after
you?
"Will you trust him because
his strength
is great
And leave
your labor
to him?
"Will you have faith
in him that he will return
your 1grain
And gather
it from your threshing
floor
?
"The ostriches' wings
flap
joyously
With the pinion
and plumage
of 1love
,
For she abandons her eggs
to the earth
And warms
them in the dust
,
And she forgets that a foot
may crush
1them, Or that a wild
beast
may trample
1them.
"She treats her young
acruelly
, as if they were not hers; Though her labor
be in vain
, she is 1unconcerned
;
Because God
has made her forget
wisdom
, And has not given
her a share
of understanding
.
"When she lifts
herself 1on high
, She laughs
at the horse
and his rider
.
"Do you give the horse
his might
? Do you clothe
his neck
with a mane
?
"Do you make him aleap like the locust
? His majestic
bsnorting
is terrible
.
" 1He paws in the valley
, and rejoices
in his strength
; He agoes
out to meet
the weapons
.
"He laughs at fear
and is not dismayed
; And he does not turn
back
from the sword
.
"The quiver rattles
against
him, The flashing
spear
and javelin
.
"With shaking and rage
he 1races
over the ground
, And he does not stand
still
at the voice
of the trumpet
.
"As often as the trumpet
sounds he says
, `Aha
!' And he scents
the battle
from afar
, And the thunder
of the captains
and the war
cry
.
"Is it by your understanding that the hawk
soars
, Stretching
his wings
toward the south
?
"Is it at your 1command that the eagle
mounts
up And makes
ahis nest
on high
?
"On the cliff he dwells
and lodges
, Upon the rocky
crag
, an inaccessible
place
.
"From there he aspies
out food
; His eyes
see
it from afar
.
"His young ones
also suck
up blood
; And awhere
the slain
are, there
is he."