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Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

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Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

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They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they cast out their fruit.

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Their young ones wax strong, they grow up in the open field; they go forth, and return not again.

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Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?

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Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling-place.

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He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

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The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.

39:9
Will the wild-ox be willing to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?

39:10
Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

39:11
Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

39:12
Wilt thou rely on him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the corn of thy threshing-floor?

39:13
The wing of the ostrich beateth joyously; but are her pinions and feathers the kindly stork's?

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For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, and warmeth them in dust,

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And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them.

39:16
She is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers; though her labour be in vain, she is without fear;

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Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath He imparted to her understanding.

39:18
When the time cometh, she raiseth her wings on high, and scorneth the horse and his rider.

39:19
Hast thou given the horse his strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with fierceness?

39:20
Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

39:21
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; he goeth out to meet the clash of arms.

39:22
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.

39:23
The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin.

39:24
He swalloweth the ground with storm and rage; neither believeth he that it is the voice of the horn.

39:25
As oft as he heareth the horn he saith: 'Ha, ha!' and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

39:26
Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?

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Doth the vulture mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?

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She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the stronghold.

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From thence she spieth out the prey; her eyes behold it afar off.

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Her young ones also suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is she.