[1] "Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth?	 Do you
watch when the doe bears fawns? [2] 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] "Who has set the wild donkey
free?	 Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey, [6] Whose home
I have made the wilderness,    And the salt land his dwelling-place? [7] He
scorns the tumult of the city,	  Neither hears he the shouting of the
driver. [8] The range of the mountains is his pasture,	  He searches after
every green thing. [9] "Will the wild ox be content to serve you?    Or
will he stay by your feeding trough? [10] Can you hold the wild ox in the
furrow with his harness?    Or will he till the valleys after you? [11]
Will you trust him, because his strength is great?    Or will you leave to
him your labor? [12] Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your
seed,	 And gather the grain of your threshing floor? [13] "The wings of
the ostrich wave proudly;    But are they the pinions 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] She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were
not hers.    Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear, [17] Because
God has deprived her of wisdom,    Neither has he imparted to her
understanding. [18] When she lifts up herself on high,	  She scorns the
horse and his rider. [19] "Have you given the horse might?    Have you
clothed his neck with a quivering mane? [20] Have you made him to leap as a
locust?    The glory of his snorting is awesome. [21] He paws in the
valley, and rejoices in his strength:	 He goes out to meet the armed men.
[22] He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed;    Neither does he turn back
from the sword. [23] The quiver rattles against him,	The flashing spear
and the javelin. [24] He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage,	
Neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet. [25] As often as
the trumpet sounds he snorts, `Aha!`	He smells the battle afar off,	 
The thunder of the captains, and the shouting. [26] "Is it by your wisdom
that the hawk soars,	And stretches her wings toward the south? [27] Is
it at your command that the eagle mounts up,	And makes his nest on high?
[28] On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home,    On the point of the
cliff, and the stronghold. [29] From there he spies out the prey.    His
eyes see it afar off. [30] His young ones also suck up blood.	 Where the
slain are, there he is."