Job 39
The LORD Speaks of His Creation
¹ “Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?
² Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth?
³ They crouch down and bring forth their young; they deliver their newborn.
⁴ Their young ones thrive and grow up in the open field; they leave and do not return.
⁵ Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness?
⁶ I made the wilderness his home and the salt flats his dwelling.
⁷ He scorns the tumult of the city and never hears the shouts of a driver.
⁸ He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing.
⁹ Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night?
¹⁰ Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he plow the valleys behind you?
¹¹ Can you rely on his great strength? Will you leave your hard work to him?
¹² Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?
¹³ The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions 1 and feathers of the stork.
¹⁴ For she leaves her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand.
¹⁵ She forgets that a foot may crush them, or a wild animal may trample them.
¹⁶ She treats her young harshly, as if not her own, with no concern that her labor was in vain.
¹⁷ For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding.
¹⁸ Yet when she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
¹⁹ Do you give strength to the horse or adorn his neck with a mane?
²⁰ Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
²¹ He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle.
²² He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword.
²³ A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and lance.2
²⁴ Trembling with excitement, he devours the distance; he cannot stand still when the ram’s horn sounds.
²⁵ At the blast of the horn, he snorts with fervor.3 He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shouts of captains and the cry of war.
²⁶ Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south?
²⁷ Does the eagle soar at your command and make his nest on high?
²⁸ He dwells on a cliff and lodges there; his stronghold is on a rocky crag.
²⁹ From there he spies out food; his eyes see it from afar.
³⁰ His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.”