YLT - Job - 39

39:1  Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!

39:2  Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!

39:3  They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.

39:4  Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

39:5  Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

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

39:7  He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

39:8  The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

39:9  Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?

39:10  Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

39:11  Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?

39:12  Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it ?

39:13  The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.

39:14  For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,

39:15  And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.

39:16  Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain is her labour without fear.

39:17  For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:

39:18  At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.

39:19  Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

39:20  Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting is terrible.

39:21  They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.

39:22  He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.

39:23  Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.

39:24  With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.

39:25  Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.

39:26  By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?

39:27  At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest?

39:28  A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.

39:29  From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,

39:30  And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced are --there is he!