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39:1  Do you know when mountain goats give birth; do you observe the birthing of does?
39:2  Can you count the months of pregnancy; do you know when they give birth?
39:3  They crouch, split open for their young, send forth their offspring.
39:4  Their young are healthy; they grow up in the open country, leave and never return.
39:5  Who freed the wild donkey, loosed the ropes of the onager
39:6  to whom I gave the desert as home, his dwelling place in the salt flats?
39:7  He laughs at the clamor of the town, doesn’t hear the driver’s shout,
39:8  searches the hills for food and seeks any green sprout.
39:9  Will the wild ox agree to be your slave, or will it spend the night in your crib?
39:10  Can you bind it with a rope to a plowed row; will it plow the valley behind you?
39:11  Will you trust it because its strength is great so that you can leave your work to it?
39:12  Can you rely on it to bring back your grain to gather into your threshing floor?
39:13  The ostrich’s wings flap joyously, but her wings and plumage are like a stork.
39:14  She leaves her eggs on the earth, lets them warm in the dust,
39:15  then forgets that a foot may crush them or a wild animal trample them.
39:16  She treats her young harshly as if they were not hers, without worrying that her labor might be in vain;
39:17  God didn’t endow her with sense, didn’t give her some good sense.
39:18  When she flaps her wings high, she laughs at horse and rider.
39:19  Did you give strength to the horse, clothe his neck with a mane,
39:20  cause him to leap like a locust, his majestic snorting, a fright?
39:21  He paws in the valley, prances proudly, charges at battle weapons,
39:22  laughs at fear, unafraid. He doesn’t turn away from the sword;
39:23  a quiver of arrows flies by him, flashing spear and dagger.
39:24  Excitedly, trembling, he swallows the ground; can’t stand still at a trumpet’s blast.
39:25  At a trumpet’s sound, he says, “Aha!” smells the battle from afar, hears officers’ shouting and the battle cry.
39:26  Is it due to your understanding that the hawk flies, spreading its wings to the south?
39:27  Or at your command does the eagle soar, the vulture build a nest on high?
39:28  They dwell on an outcropping of rock, their fortress on rock’s edge.
39:29  From there they search for food; their eyes notice it from afar,
39:30  and their young lap up blood; where carcasses lie, there they are.