Job Chapter 39

39 : 1 Know you the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or can you mark when the hinds do calve?

39 : 2 Can you number the months that they fulfill? or know you the time when they bring forth?

39 : 3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.

39 : 4 Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not to them.

39 : 5 Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass?

39 : 6 Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.

39 : 7 He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.

39 : 8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.

39 : 9 Will the unicorn be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib?

39 : 10 Can you bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after you?

39 : 11 Will you trust him, because his strength is great? or will you leave your labor to him?

39 : 12 Will you believe him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather it into your barn?

39 : 13 Gave you the goodly wings to the peacocks? or wings and feathers to the ostrich?

39 : 14 Which leaves her eggs in the earth, and warms them in dust,

39 : 15 And forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

39 : 16 She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not her's: her labor is in vain without fear;

39 : 17 Because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.

39 : 18 What time she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.

39 : 19 Have you given the horse strength? have you clothed his neck with thunder?

39 : 20 Can you make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.

39 : 21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: he goes on to meet the armed men.

39 : 22 He mocks at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turns he back from the sword.

39 : 23 The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield.

39 : 24 He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believes he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

39 : 25 He said among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

39 : 26 Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?

39 : 27 Does the eagle mount up at your command, and make her nest on high?

39 : 28 She dwells and stays on the rock, on the crag of the rock, and the strong place.

39 : 29 From there she seeks the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.

39 : 30 Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.