VIN(i)
1 "Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
2 Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
3 How they crouch down, they bring forth their young ones, and dismiss their pain.
4 Their young are weaned and go to feed: they go forth, and return not to them.
5 Who freed the wild ass, and who loosed its bands?
6 Whose home I have constituted the steppe, And the salty wastes as his habitat?
7 He laughs at the turmoil of the city; he does not hear the driver's shouts;
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
9 "Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
11 "Will you rely on him for his great strength? Will you leave your heavy work to him?
12 "Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?
13 "The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but they cannot compare with the pinions and feathers of the stork.
14 "She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand.
15 "She is unaware that a foot may crush them, that some wild animal may trample them.
16 She mistreats her young as though they're not hers, and she has no fear that her labor may be in vain,
17 For God has taken wisdom from her mind, and given her no measure of knowledge.
18 And yet when she rets ready to run, she laughs at the horse and its rider."
19 "Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
20 Can you make him leap like a locust; the majesty of his snorting is terrifying?
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; he goes on to meet the weapons.
22 "It laughs at fear, is afraid of nothing, and does not back away from swords.
23 A quiver of arrows rattles against his side, along with a flashing spear and a lance.
24 Leaping in his excitement, he takes in the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpets sound!
25 At the noise of the trumpets he saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
27 Does the eagle mount up at your command and make his nest on high?
28 He dwells on the crags where he makes his home, there on the rocky crag is his stronghold.
29 From there he seeks food, his eyes observe from afar.
30 His young ones, also, sip up blood: and where the slain be, there is he.