1 “Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn? | TOSK |
2 Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth? | IP | TOSK |
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. | TOSK |
5 Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness? | TOSK |
6 I made the wilderness his home and the salt flats his dwelling. | TOSK |
7 He scorns the tumult of the city and never hears the shouts of a driver. | TOSK |
8 He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing. | TOSK |
9 Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night? | TOSK |
10 Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he plow the valleys behind you? | TOSK |
11 Can you rely on his great strength? Will you leave your hard work to him? | TOSK |
12 Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor? | TOSK |
13 The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions and feathers of the stork. | TOSK |
14 For she leaves her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand. | TOSK |
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. | TOSK |
17 For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding. | TOSK |
18 Yet when she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider. | TOSK |
19 Do you give strength to the horse or adorn his neck with a mane? | TOSK |
20 Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? | TOSK |
21 He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle. | TOSK |
22 He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword. | TOSK |
23 A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and lance. | TOSK |
24 Trembling with excitement, he devours the distance; he cannot stand still when the ram’s horn sounds. | TOSK |
25 At the blast of the horn, he snorts with fervor. He catches the scent of battle from afar—the shouts of captains and the cry of war. | TOSK |
26 Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south? | TOSK |
27 Does the eagle soar at your command and make his nest on high? | TOSK |
28 He dwells on a cliff and lodges there; his stronghold is on a rocky crag. | TOSK |
29 From there he spies out food; his eyes see it from afar. | TOSK |
30 His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.” | TOSK |