Knowest thou the time when the wild goats bear?{HR}Watchest thou over the calving of the hinds?
Numberest thou the months that they fulfil?{HR}And knowest thou the time of their bearing?
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young,{HR}They cast away their pangs.
Their young fatten, grow up in the desert,{HR}They go forth, and return to them no more!
Who sent forth the wild ass free,{HR}And who loosed the bands of the fleeing one?
Whose house I made the desert, and his abode the salt land.
He laugheth at the tumult of the city,{HR}The cries of the driver he heareth not,
The range of mountains [is] his pasture,{HR}And he seeketh after every green thing.
Will the wild ox choose to serve thee?{HR}Will he pass the night over thy crib?
Dost thou bind the wild ox in the furrow of his cord?{HR}Doth he harrow the valleys after thee?
Wilt thou trust him because his strength [is] great?{HR}And wilt thou leave unto him thy labour?
Dost thou trust him that he will bring back thy seed,{HR}And gather up thy threshing-floor?
The wing of the ostrich waveth joyously:{HR}Is it the pinion and plumage of the stork?
For she leaveth on the earth her eggs,{HR}And warmeth [them] on the dust,
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them,{HR}And that the wild beast may trample them.
She is hard on her young [as if ] not for her;{HR}Without fear her labour is in vain;
For God hath caused her to forget wisdom,{HR}And hath not given her a portion in understanding;
What time she lifteth herself up on high,{HR}She laugheth at the horse, and at his rider.
Dost thou give to the horse might?{HR}Dost thou clothe his neck with quivering mane?
Dost thou make him leap like the, locust?{HR}The majesty of his snorting is terrible.
They paw in the valley, and he exulteth in strength;{HR}He goeth forth to meet the armour.
He laugheth at fear, and trembleth not,{HR}Nor turneth back from the face of the sword.
Against him rattleth the quiver, the blade of spear and lance.
With rush and rage he swalloweth the ground,{HR}And stayeth not fixed when the trumpet soundeth.
Among the trumpets he saith, Aha!{HR}And from afar he scenteth the battle,{HR}The thunder of the chieftains, and the shouting.
Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom,{HR}And spread his pinions to the south?
Doth the eagle mount up at thy bidding,{HR}And build his nest on high?
He inhabiteth a rock, and lodgeth{HR}On the tooth of a rock, and a fastness.
Thence he espieth food; afar his eyes behold,
And his young ones lap blood,{HR}And where the slain [are], there [is] he.