^{1 Ref} Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? `Or' canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

^{2 Ref} 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 pains.

⁴ Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.

^{5 Ref} Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

^{6 Ref} Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

^{7 Ref} He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

^{8 Ref} The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.

^{9 Ref} Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?

^{10 Ref} Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

^{11 Ref} Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?

^{12 Ref} Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather `the grain' of thy threshing-floor?

^{13 Ref} The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; `But' are they the pinions and plumage of love?

¹⁴ For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,

¹⁵ And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.

^{16 Ref} She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, `she is' without fear;

^{17 Ref} Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.

^{18 Ref} What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.

^{19 Ref} Hast thou given the horse `his' might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

^{20 Ref} Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

^{21 Ref} He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.

^{22 Ref} He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

^{23 Ref} The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.

^{24 Ref} He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

^{25 Ref} As oft as the trumpet `soundeth' he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

^{26 Ref} Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, (And) stretcheth her wings toward the south?

^{27 Ref} Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?

^{28 Ref} On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

^{29 Ref} From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.

^{30 Ref} Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.

^{1 Ref} "Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?

^{2 Ref} Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?

³ They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They end their labor pains.

⁴ Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and don't return again.

^{5 Ref} "Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,

^{6 Ref} Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

^{7 Ref} He scorns the tumult of the city, Neither hears he the shouting of the driver.

^{8 Ref} The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.

^{9 Ref} "Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?

^{10 Ref} Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?

^{11 Ref} Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?

^{12 Ref} Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, And gather the grain of your threshing floor?

^{13 Ref} "The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the feathers and plumage of love?

¹⁴ For she leaves her eggs on the earth, Warms them in the dust,

¹⁵ And forgets that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild animal may trample them.

^{16 Ref} She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,

^{17 Ref} Because God has deprived her of wisdom, Neither has he imparted to her understanding.

^{18 Ref} When she lifts up herself on high, She scorns the horse and his rider.

^{19 Ref} "Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?

^{20 Ref} Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.

^{21 Ref} He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: He goes out to meet the armed men.

^{22 Ref} He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.

^{23 Ref} The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.

^{24 Ref} He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, Neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

^{25 Ref} As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha!' He smells the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

^{26 Ref} "Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, And stretches her wings toward the south?

^{27 Ref} Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, And makes his nest on high?

^{28 Ref} On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, On the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

^{29 Ref} From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

^{30 Ref} His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."