Knowestthou the timewhen the wild goatsof the rockbring forth? or canst thou markwhen the hindsdo calve? Canst thou numberthe months that they fulfill? or knowestthou the timewhen they bring forth? They bowthemselves, they bring forththeir young ones, they cast outtheir sorrows. Their young onesare in good liking, they grow upwith corn; they go forth, and returnnotunto them. Whohath sent outthe wild assfree? or whohath loosedthe bandsof the wild ass? WhosehouseI have madethe wilderness, and the barren landhis dwellings. He scorneththe multitudeof the city, neitherregardethhe the cryingof the driver. The rangeof the mountains is his pasture, and he searchethaftereverygreen thing. Will the unicornbe willingto servethee, orabidebythy crib? Canst thou bindthe unicornwith his bandin the furrow? orwill he harrowthe valleysafterthee? Wilt thou trusthim, becausehis strength is great? or wilt thou leavethy labortohim? Wilt thou believehim, thathe will bring homethy seed, and gather it into thy barn? Gavest thou the goodlywingsunto the peacocks? orwingsand feathersunto the ostrich? Whichleavethher eggsin the earth, and warmeththem indust, And forgetteththatthe footmay crushthem, or that the wildbeastmay breakthem. She is hardenedagainst her young ones, as though they were nothers: her laboris in vainwithoutfear; BecauseGodhath deprivedher of wisdom, neitherhath he impartedto her understanding. What timeshe lifteth up herselfon high, she scorneththe horseand his rider. Hast thou giventhe horsestrength? hast thou clothedhis neckwith thunder? Canst thou make him afraidas a grasshopper? the gloryof his nostrils is terrible. He pawethin the valley, and rejoicethin his strength: he goeth onto meetthe armed men. He mockethat fear, and is notfrightened; neitherturneth he backfromthe sword. The quiverrattlethagainsthim, the glitteringspearand the shield. He swalloweththe groundwith fiercenessand rage: neitherbelievethhe that it is the soundof the trumpet. He saithamongthe trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleththe battleafar off, the thunderof the captains, and the shouting. Doth the hawkflyby thy wisdom, and stretchher wingstoward the south? Doth the eaglemount upatthy command, and make her nest on high? She dwellethand abidethon the rock, uponthe cragof the rock, and the strong place. From thenceshe seekeththe prey, and her eyesbeholdafar off. Her young onesalso suck upblood: and wherethe slain are , there is she.