1Do you know the time when the wild goats of the rock give birth? Or can you mark when the does calve?
2Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
3They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their labor pains.
4Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go out, and do not return again.
5Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey,
6Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling place?
7He scorns the tumult of the city, Neither does he hear the shoutings of the driver.
8The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searches after every green thing.
9Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he abide by your manger?
10Can you bind the wild ox with his rope in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after you?
11Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave your labor to him?
12Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, And gather the grain of your threshing floor?
13The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?
14For she leaves her eggs on the earth, And warms them in the dust,
15And forgets that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.
16She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear;
17Because God has deprived her of wisdom, Neither has he imparted to her understanding.
18When she lifts herself up on high, She scorns the horse and his rider.
19Have you given the horse his might? Have you clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20Have you made him leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
21He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: He goes out to meet the armed men.
22He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.
23The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
24He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither does he believe that it is the voice of the trumpet.
25As often as the trumpet sounds he says, Aha! And he smells the battle from afar, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, And stretches her wings toward the south?
27Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, And makes her nest on high?
28On the cliff she dwells, and makes her home, On the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
29From there she spies out the prey; Her eyes behold it from afar.
30Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.