Job 39  Jubilee Bible 2000

39 ¶ Knowest thou the time when the mountain goats bring forth? Hast thou observed when the hinds calve?

² Canst thou number the months that they fulfil, and knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

³ How they crouch down, they bring forth their young ones, and dismiss their pain.

⁴ Their young ones are healthy, they grow up with grain; they go forth and never return unto them again.

⁵ Who freed the wild ass, and who loosed its bands?

⁶ Unto whom I made a house in the wilderness, and his dwellings in the salty land.

⁷ He laughs at the multitude of the city, neither does he hearken to the voice of the exactor of tribute.

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

⁹ Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee or abide by thy crib?

¹⁰ Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? Will he harrow the valleys after thee?

¹¹ Wilt thou trust him because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

¹² Wilt thou trust him, that he will bring home thy seed and gather it into thy barn?

¹³ ¶ Didst thou give beautiful wings unto the peacock, or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?

¹⁴ Who leaves her eggs in the earth and warms them in dust

¹⁵ and forgets that the foot may crush them or that the wild beast may break them.

¹⁶ She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers, not fearing that her labour is in vain,

¹⁷ because God caused her to forget wisdom and did not give her understanding.

¹⁸ In her time she lifts up herself on high; she scorns the horse and his rider.

¹⁹ ¶ Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?

²⁰ Canst thou make him leap as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is formidable.

²¹ He paws at the earth and rejoices in his strength; he goes forth to meet the armed men.

²² He mocks fear and is not afraid; neither does he turn his face from the sword.

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

²⁴ He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage; the sound of the shofar does not trouble him;

²⁵ for the blasts of the shofar fill him with courage; he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the princes and the sound of the battle-cry.

²⁶ ¶ Does the hawk fly by thy industry and stretch her wings toward the south?

²⁷ Does the eagle mount up at thy command and make her nest on high?

²⁸ She dwells and abides on the rock upon the crag of the rock and the strong place.

²⁹ From there she seeks food, and her eyes behold afar off.

³⁰ Her young ones suck up the blood; and wherever the slain are, there she is.