Hiob 39 | New International Version
1‘Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn?2Do you count the months till they bear? Do you know the time they give birth?3They crouch down and bring forth their young; their labour pains are ended.4Their young thrive and grow strong in the wilds; they leave and do not return.5‘Who let the wild donkey go free? Who untied its ropes?6I gave it the wasteland as its home, the salt flats as its habitat.7It laughs at the commotion in the town; it does not hear a driver’s shout.8It ranges the hills for its pasture and searches for any green thing.9‘Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will it stay by your manger at night?10Can you hold it to the furrow with a harness? Will it till the valleys behind you?11Will you rely on it for its great strength? Will you leave your heavy work to it?12Can you trust it to haul in your grain and bring it to your threshing-floor?13‘The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, though they cannot compare with the wings and feathers of the stork.14She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand,15unmindful that a foot may crush them, that some wild animal may trample them.16She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers; she cares not that her labour was in vain,17for God did not endow her with wisdom or give her a share of good sense.18Yet when she spreads her feathers to run, she laughs at horse and rider.19‘Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?20Do you make it leap like a locust, striking terror with its proud snorting?21It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength, and charges into the fray.22It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; it does not shy away from the sword.23The quiver rattles against its side, along with the flashing spear and lance.24In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.25At the blast of the trumpet it snorts, “Aha!” It catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.26‘Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread its wings towards the south?27Does the eagle soar at your command and build its nest on high?28It dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag is its stronghold.29From there it looks for food; its eyes detect it from afar.30Its young ones feast on blood, and where the slain are, there it is.’
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