39 “Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth?
    Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
² Can you count the months that they fulfill?
    Or do you know the time when they give birth?
³ They bow themselves. They bear their young.
    They end their labor pains.
⁴ Their young ones become strong.
    They grow up in the open field.
    They go out, and don’t return again.

⁵ “Who has set the wild donkey free?
    Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
⁶ whose home I have made the wilderness,
    and the salt land his dwelling place?
⁷ He scorns the tumult of the city,
    neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
⁸ The range of the mountains is his pasture.
    He searches after every green thing.

⁹ “Will the wild ox be content to serve you?
    Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
¹⁰ Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness?
    Or will he till the valleys after you?
¹¹ Will you trust him, because his strength is great?
    Or will you leave to him your labor?
¹² Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed,
    and gather the grain of your threshing floor?

¹³ “The wings of the ostrich wave proudly,
    but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
¹⁴ For she leaves her eggs on the earth,
    warms them in the dust,
¹⁵ and forgets that the foot may crush them,
    or that the wild animal may trample them.
¹⁶ She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers.
    Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
¹⁷ because God has deprived her of wisdom,
    neither has he imparted to her understanding.
¹⁸ When she lifts up herself on high,
    she scorns the horse and his rider.

¹⁹ “Have you given the horse might?
    Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
²⁰ Have you made him to leap as a locust?
    The glory of his snorting is awesome.
²¹ He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength.
    He goes out to meet the armed men.
²² He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed,
    neither does he turn back from the sword.
²³ The quiver rattles against him,
    the flashing spear and the javelin.
²⁴ He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage,
    neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
²⁵ As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’
    He smells the battle afar off,
    the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

²⁶ “Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars,
    and stretches her wings toward the south?
²⁷ Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up,
    and makes his nest on high?
²⁸ On the cliff he dwells and makes his home,
    on the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
²⁹ From there he spies out the prey.
    His eyes see it afar off.
³⁰ His young ones also suck up blood.
    Where the slain are, there he is.”