Job Chapter 39 to 40 : American Standard Version
1Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve? 2Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth? 3They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains. 4Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again. 5Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass, 6Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place? 7He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver. 8The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing. 9Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib? 10Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee? 11Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor? 12Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the grain of thy threshing-floor? 13The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love? 14For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust, 15And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them. 16She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear; 17Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding. 18What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider. 19Hast thou given the horse his might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane? 20Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible. 21He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men. 22He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword. 23The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin. 24He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet. 25As oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting. 26Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, (And) stretcheth her wings toward the south? 27Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high? 28On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold. 29From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off. 30Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.
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1Moreover Jehovah answered Job, and said, 2Shall he that cavilleth contend with the Almighty? He that argueth with God, let him answer it. 3Then Job answered Jehovah, and said, 4Behold, I am of small account; What shall I answer thee? I lay my hand upon my mouth. 5Once have I spoken, and I will not answer; Yea, twice, but I will proceed no further. 6Then Jehovah answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, 7Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me. 8Wilt thou even annul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified? 9Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like him? 10Deck thyself now with excellency and dignity; And array thyself with honor and majesty. 11Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger; And look upon every one that is proud, and abase him. 12Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; And tread down the wicked where they stand. 13Hide them in the dust together; Bind their faces in the hidden place. 14Then will I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee. 15Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox. 16Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly. 17He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together. 18His bones are as tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron. 19He is the chief of the ways of God: He only that made him giveth him his sword. 20Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play. 21He lieth under the lotus-trees, In the covert of the reed, and the fen. 22The lotus-trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about. 23Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth. 24Shall any take him when he is on the watch, Or pierce through his nose with a snare?