Job 39:1-30 LSV

[1] “Have you known the time of || The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? Do you mark the bringing forth of does? [2] Do you number the months they fulfill? And have you known the time of their bringing forth? [3] They bow down, || They bring forth their young ones safely, || They cast forth their pangs. [4] Their young ones are safe, || They grow up in the field, they have gone out, || And have not returned to them. [5] Who has sent forth the wild donkey free? Indeed, who opened the bands of the wild donkey? [6] Whose house I have made the wilderness, || And his dwellings the barren land, [7] He laughs at the multitude of a city, || He does not hear the cries of an exactor. [8] The range of mountains [is] his pasture, || And he seeks after every green thing. [9] Is a wild ox willing to serve you? Does he lodge by your crib? [10] Do you bind a wild ox in a furrow [with] his thick band? Does he harrow valleys after you? [11] Do you trust in him because his power [is] great? And do you leave your labor to him? [12] Do you trust in him || That he brings back your seed, || And gathers [it to] your threshing-floor? [13] [The] wing of the crying ostriches exults, but as a pinion and feather of a stork? [14] For she leaves her eggs on the earth, || And she warms them on the dust, [15] And she forgets that a foot may press it, || And a beast of the field treads it down. [16] It has hardened her young ones without her, || Her labor [is] in vain, without fear. [17] For God has caused her to forget wisdom, || And He has not given a portion || To her in understanding; [18] At the time she lifts herself up on high, || She laughs at the horse and his rider. [19] Do you give might to the horse? Do you clothe his neck [with] a mane? [20] Do you cause him to rush as a locust? The splendor of his snorting [is] terrible. [21] They dig in a valley, and he rejoices in power, || He goes forth to meet the armor. [22] He laughs at fear, and is not frightened, || And he does not turn back from the face of the sword. [23] Quiver rattles against him, || The flame of a spear, and a javelin. [24] He swallows the ground with trembling and rage, || And does not remain steadfast || Because of the sound of a horn. [25] Among the horns he says, Aha, || And from afar he smells battle, || Roaring of princes and shouting. [26] By your understanding does a hawk fly? Does he spread his wings to the south? [27] At your command does an eagle go up high? Or lift up his nest? [28] He inhabits a rock, || Indeed, he lodges on the tooth of a rock, and fortress. [29] From there he has sought food, || His eyes look attentively to a far-off place, [30] And his brood sucks up blood, || And where the pierced [are]—there [is] he!”