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1 Know­est thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve? 2 Canst thou num­ber the months that they ful­fil? or know­est thou the time when they bring forth? 3 They bow them­selves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sor­rows. 4 Their young ones are in good lik­ing, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and re­turn not unto them. 5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass? 6 Whose house I have made the wilder­ness, and the bar­ren land his dwellings. 7 He scor­neth the mul­ti­tude of the city, nei­ther re­gardeth he the cry­ing of the driv­er. 8 The range of the moun­tains is his pas­ture, and he searcheth af­ter ev­ery green thing. 9 Will the uni­corn be will­ing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? 10 Canst thou bind the uni­corn with his band in the fur­row? or will he har­row the val­leys af­ter thee? 11 Wilt thou trust him, be­cause his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? 12 Wilt thou be­lieve him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gath­er it into thy barn? 13 ­Gavest thou the good­ly wings unto the pea­cocks? or wings and feath­ers unto the os­trich? 14 Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust, 15 And for­get­teth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them. 16 She is hard­ened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vain with­out fear; 17 Be­cause God hath de­prived her of wis­dom, nei­ther hath he im­part­ed to her un­der­stand­ing. 18 What time she lifteth up her­self on high, she scor­neth the horse and his rid­er. 19 Hast thou giv­en the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thun­der? 20 Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshop­per? the glo­ry of his nos­trils is ter­ri­ble. 21 He paweth in the val­ley, and re­joiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. 22 He mock­eth at fear, and is not af­fright­ed; nei­ther tur­neth he back from the sword. 23 The quiver rat­tleth against him, the glit­ter­ing spear and the shield. 24 He swal­loweth the ground with fierce­ness and rage: nei­ther be­lieveth he that it is the sound of the trum­pet. 25 He saith among the trum­pets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the bat­tle afar off, the thun­der of the cap­tains, and the shout­ing. 26 Doth the hawk fly by thy wis­dom, and stretch her wings to­ward the south? 27 Doth the ea­gle mount up at thy com­mand, and make her nest on high? 28 She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. 29 From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes be­hold afar off. 30 Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.