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.

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?