NETtext - Job - 39

39:1  "Are you acquainted with the way the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch as the wild deer give birth to their young?

39:2  Do you count the months they must fulfill, and do you know the time they give birth?

39:3  They crouch, they bear their young, they bring forth the offspring they have carried.

39:4  Their young grow strong, and grow up in the open; they go off, and do not return to them.

39:5  Who let the wild donkey go free? Who released the bonds of the donkey,

39:6  to whom I appointed the steppe for its home, the salt wastes as its dwelling place?

39:7  It scorns the tumult in the town; it does not hear the shouts of a driver.

39:8  It ranges the hills as its pasture, and searches after every green plant.

39:9  Is the wild ox willing to be your servant? Will it spend the night at your feeding trough?

39:10  Can you bind the wild ox to a furrow with its rope, will it till the valleys, following after you?

39:11  Will you rely on it because its strength is great? Will you commit your labor to it?

39:12  Can you count on it to bring in your grain, and gather the grain to your threshing floor?

39:13  "The wings of the ostrich flap with joy, but are they the pinions and plumage of a stork?

39:14  For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and lets them be warmed on the soil.

39:15  She forgets that a foot might crush them, or that a wild animal might trample them.

39:16  She is harsh with her young, as if they were not hers; she is unconcerned about the uselessness of her labor.

39:17  For God deprived her of wisdom, and did not impart understanding to her.

39:18  But as soon as she springs up, she laughs at the horse and its rider.

39:19  "Do you give the horse its strength? Do you clothe its neck with a mane?

39:20  Do you make it leap like a locust? Its proud neighing is terrifying!

39:21  It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.

39:22  It laughs at fear and is not dismayed; it does not shy away from the sword.

39:23  On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.

39:24  In excitement and impatience it consumes the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet is blown.

39:25  At the sound of the trumpet, it says, 'Aha!' And from a distance it catches the scent of battle, the thunderous shouting of commanders, and the battle cries.

39:26  "Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars, and spreads its wings toward the south?

39:27  Is it at your command that the eagle soars, and builds its nest on high?

39:28  It lives on a rock and spends the night there, on a rocky crag and a fortress.

39:29  From there it spots its prey, its eyes gaze intently from a distance.

39:30  And its young ones devour the blood, and where the dead carcasses are, there it is."