[1] “Do you know the time when the wild mountain goats bear young? Or can you mark when the deer gives birth?
[2] Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they bear young?
[3] They bow down, They bring forth their young, They deliver their offspring.
[4] Their young ones are healthy, They grow strong with grain; They depart and do not return to them.
[5] “Who set the wild donkey free? Who loosed the bonds of the onager,
[6] Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the barren land his dwelling?
[7] He scorns the tumult of the city; He does not heed the shouts of the driver.
[8] The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searches after every green thing.
[9] “Will the wild ox be willing to serve you? Will he bed by your manger?
[10] Can you bind the wild ox in the furrow with ropes? Or will he plow the valleys behind you?
[11] Will you trust him because his strength is great? Or will you leave your labor to him?
[12] Will you trust him to bring home your grain, And gather it to your threshing floor?
[13] “The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, But are her wings and pinions like the kindly stork’s?
[14] For she leaves her eggs on the ground, And warms them in the dust;
[15] She forgets that a foot may crush them, Or that a wild beast may break them.
[16] She treats her young harshly, as though they were not hers; Her labor is in vain, without concern,
[17] Because God deprived her of wisdom, And did not endow her with understanding.
[18] When she lifts herself on high, She scorns the horse and its rider.
[19] “Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with thunder?
[20] Can you frighten him like a locust? His majestic snorting strikes terror.
[21] He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; He gallops into the clash of arms.
[22] He mocks at fear, and is not frightened; Nor does he turn back from the sword.
[23] The quiver rattles against him, The glittering spear and javelin.
[24] He devours the distance with fierceness and rage; Nor does he come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded.
[25] At the blast of the trumpet he says, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle from afar, The thunder of captains and shouting.
[26] “Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, And spread its wings toward the south?
[27] Does the eagle mount up at your command, And make its nest on high?
[28] On the rock it dwells and resides, On the crag of the rock and the stronghold.
[29] From there it spies out the prey; Its eyes observe from afar.
[30] Its young ones suck up blood; And where the slain are, there it is.”