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39:1 Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? dost thou mark the calving of the hinds? 39:2 Dost thou number the months that they fulfil? and knowest thou the time when they bring forth? 39:3 They bow themselves, they give birth to their young ones, they cast out their pains; 39:4 Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go forth, and return not unto them. 39:5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? and who hath loosed the bands of the onager, 39:6 Whose house I made the wilderness, and the salt plain his dwellings? 39:7 He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver; 39:8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing. 39:9 Will the buffalo be willing to serve thee, or will he lodge by thy crib? 39:10 Canst thou bind the buffalo with his cord in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? 39:11 Wilt thou put confidence in him, because his strength is great? and wilt thou leave thy labour to him? 39:12 Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy threshing-floor? 39:13 The wing of the ostrich beats joyously -- But is it the stork's pinion and plumage? 39:14 For she leaveth her eggs to the earth, and warmeth them in the dust, 39:15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may trample them. 39:16 She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without her concern. 39:17 For +God hath deprived her of wisdom, and hath not furnished her with understanding. 39:18 What time she lasheth herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider. 39:19 Hast thou given strength to the horse? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane? 39:20 Dost thou make him to leap as a locust? His majestic snorting is terrible. 39:21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in [his] strength; he goeth forth to meet the armed host. 39:22 He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from before the sword. 39:23 The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin. 39:24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage, and cannot contain himself at the sound of the trumpet: 39:25 At the noise of the trumpets he saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. 39:26 Doth the hawk fly by thine intelligence, [and] stretch his wings toward the south? 39:27 Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make his nest on high? 39:28 He inhabiteth the rock and maketh his dwelling on the point of the cliff, and the fastness: 39:29 From thence he spieth out the prey, his eyes look into the distance; 39:30 And his young ones suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is he.