Job 39
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Know you the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? [Or] can you
mark when the hinds do calve?
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Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or know you the time when they bring
forth?
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They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.
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Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth,
and return not again.
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Who has sent out the wild ass free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift ass,
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Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?
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He scorns the tumult of the city, Neither hears he the shoutings of the driver.
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The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searches after every green thing.
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Will the wild-ox be content to serve you? Or will he abide by your crib?
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Can you bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys
after you?
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Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
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Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, And gather [the
grain] of your threshing-floor?
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The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; [But] are they the pinions and plumage of love?
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For she leaves her eggs on the earth, And warms them in the dust,
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And forgets that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.
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She deals hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor
be in vain, [she is] without fear;
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Because God has deprived her of wisdom, Neither has he imparted to her understanding.
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What time she lifts up herself on high, She scorns the horse and his rider.
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Have you given the horse [his] might? Have you clothed his neck with the quivering
mane?
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Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
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He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: He goes out to meet the armed
men.
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He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turns he back from the sword.
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The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
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He swallowes the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believes he who it is the
voice of the trumpet.
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As oft as the trumpet [sounds] he says, Aha! And he smells the battle afar off, The
thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
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Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, (And) stretches her wings toward the south?
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Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, And makes her nest on high?
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On the cliff she dwells, and makes her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the
stronghold.
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From there she spies out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.
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Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.