Rotherham - Job - 39

39:1  Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?

39:2  Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?

39:3  They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;

39:4  Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.

39:5  Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?

39:6  Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:

39:7  He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;

39:8  He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.

39:9  Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?

39:10  Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?

39:11  Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?

39:12  Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?

39:13  The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?

39:14  For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;

39:15  And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them,—or, the wild beast, tread on them!

39:16  Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.

39:17  For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.

39:18  What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.

39:19  Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?

39:20  Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!

39:21  He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;

39:22  He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;

39:23  Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;

39:24  With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground,—he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;

39:25  As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle,—the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.

39:26  Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?

39:27  Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?

39:28  The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;

39:29  From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;

39:30  And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.