“Do you know the time the mountain goats give birth?
Do you keep watch over the calving of the deer?
2 Can you count the months they fulfill,
Or do you know the time they give birth?
3 They kneel down; they bring forth their young;
They send out their labor pains.
4 Their children become strong; they grow up in the open field;
They leave and do not return to them.
5 “Who sent out the wild donkey free?
And who loosed the bonds of the swift donkey,
6 For whom I have set the desert plain as a home
And the salt land as his dwelling place?
7 He laughs at the tumult of the city;
The shoutings of the driver he does not hear.
8 He explores the mountains for his pasture
And searches after every green thing.
9 Will the wild ox consent to serve you,
Or will he spend the night at your manger?
10 Can you bind the wild ox in a furrow with ropes,
Or will he harrow the valleys after you?
11 Will you trust him because his power is great
And leave your labor to him?
12 Will you believe him that he will return your seed of grain
And gather it from your threshing floor?
13 “The ostriches’ wings flap joyously
But are they the pinion and plumage of a stork?
14 For she leaves her eggs to the earth
And warms them in the dust,
15 And she forgets that a foot may crush them,
Or that a beast of the field may trample them.
16 She treats her children cruelly, as if they were not hers;
Though her labor be empty, she is without dread,
17 Because God has made her forget wisdom,
And has not given her a share of understanding.
18 When she raises herself up high,
She laughs at the horse and his rider.
19 “Do you give the horse his might?
Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
20 Do you make him leap like the locust?
His splendid snorting is terrible.
21 He paws in the valley and rejoices in his power;
He goes out to meet the weapons.
22 He laughs at dread and is not dismayed;
And he does not turn back from the sword.
23 The quiver rattles against him,
The flashing spear and javelin.
24 With shaking and rage he races over the ground,
And he does not stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
25 As often as the trumpet sounds he says, ‘Aha!’
And he scents the battle from afar,
And the thunder of the commanders and the shout of war.
26 “Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars,
Stretching his wings toward the south?
27 Is it at your command that the eagle goes on high
And raises his nest high?
28 On the cliff he dwells and lodges,
Upon the rocky crag, a fortress.
29 From there he spies out food;
His eyes see it from afar.
30 His young ones also suck up blood;
And where the slain are, there is he.”
Job Places His Hand over His Mouth
Then Yahweh answered Job and said, 2 “Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty?
Let him who reproves God answer it.”
3 Then Job answered Yahweh and said, 4 “Behold, I am insignificant; what can I respond to You?
I place my hand over my mouth.
5 Once I have spoken, and I will not answer;
Even twice, and I will add nothing more.”
Yahweh Will Ask Job
6 Then Yahweh answered Job out of the whirlwind and said, 7 “Now gird up your loins like a man;
I will ask you, and you make Me know.
8 Will you really annul My judgment?
Will you condemn Me that you may be justified?
9 Or do you have an arm like God,
And can you thunder with a voice like His?
10 “Adorn yourself with exaltation and loftiness,
And clothe yourself with splendor and majesty.
11 Pour out the overflowings of your anger,
And look on everyone who is proud, and make him low.
12 Look on everyone who is proud, and humble him,
And tread down the wicked in their place.
13 Hide them in the dust together;
Bind their faces in the hidden place.
14 Then I will also praise you,
That your own right hand can save you.
Behold the Behemoth
15 “Behold now, Behemoth, which I made along with you;
It eats grass like an ox.
16 Behold now, its power in its loins
And its vigor in the muscles of its belly.
17 It hangs its tail like a cedar;
The sinews of its thighs are knit together.
18 Its bones are tubes of bronze;
Its limbs are like bars of iron.
19 “It is the first of the ways of God;
Let its Maker bring near its sword.
20 Surely the mountains bring it food,
And all the beasts of the field play there.
21 Under the lotus plants it lies down,
In the hidden place of the reeds and the marsh.
22 The lotus plants cover it with shade;
The willows of the brook surround it.
23 If a river oppresses, it is not alarmed;
It is secure, though the Jordan bursts forth to its mouth.
24 Can anyone capture it before its eyes,
With snares can anyone pierce its nose?