God Speaks of His Creation

1Know you the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or can you mark when the hinds do calve?

2Can you number the months that they fulfill? or know you the time when they bring forth?

3They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.

4Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not to them.

5Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass?

6Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.

7He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.

8The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.

9Will the unicorn be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib?

10Can you bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after you?

11Will you trust him, because his strength is great? or will you leave your labor to him?

12Will you believe him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather it into your barn?

13Gave you the goodly wings to the peacocks? or wings and feathers to the ostrich?

14Which leaves her eggs in the earth, and warms them in dust,

15And forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

16She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not her's: her labor is in vain without fear;

17Because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.

18What time she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.

19Have you given the horse strength? have you clothed his neck with thunder?

20Can you make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.

21He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: he goes on to meet the armed men.

22He mocks at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turns he back from the sword.

23The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield.

24He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believes he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

25He said among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

26Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?

27Does the eagle mount up at your command, and make her nest on high?

28She dwells and stays on the rock, on the crag of the rock, and the strong place.

29From there she seeks the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.

30Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.