Would the wild ox be willing to serve you?
Would it spend the night by your feeding trough?

The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully,
but are her feathers and plumage like the stork’s?

Do you know when mountain goats give birth?
Have you watched the deer in labor?

Do you give strength to the horse?
Do you adorn his neck with a mane?

Does the eagle soar at your command
and make its nest on high?

Who set the wild donkey free?
Who released the swift donkey from its harness?

Can you hold the wild ox to a furrow by its harness?
Will it plow the valleys behind you?

Does the hawk take flight by your understanding
and spread its wings to the south?

Its brood gulps down blood,
and where the slain are, it is there.

When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly.
He smells the battle from a distance;
he hears the officers’ shouts and the battle cry.

She abandons her eggs on the ground
and lets them be warmed in the sand.

I made the wilderness its home,
and the salty wasteland its dwelling.

A quiver rattles at his side,
along with a flashing spear and a lance.

He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength;
He charges into battle.

She treats her young harshly, as if they were not her own,
with no fear that her labor may have been in vain.

For God has deprived her of wisdom;
He has not endowed her with understanding.

He charges ahead with trembling rage;
he cannot stand still at the trumpet’s sound.

Can you trust the wild ox to harvest your grain
and bring it to your threshing floor?

Their offspring are healthy and grow up in the open field.
They leave and do not return.

Do you make him leap like a locust?
His proud snorting fills one with terror.

He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing;
he does not run from the sword.

It lives on a cliff where it spends the night;
its stronghold is on a rocky crag.

It roams the mountains for its pastureland,
searching for anything green.

When she proudly spreads her wings,
she laughs at the horse and its rider.

It scoffs at the noise of the village
and never hears the shouts of a driver.

From there it searches for prey;
its eyes penetrate the distance.

Can you depend on it because its strength is great?
Would you leave it to do your hard work?

She forgets that a foot may crush them
or that some wild animal may trample them.

They crouch down to give birth to their young;
they deliver their newborn.

Can you count the months they are pregnant
so you can know the time they give birth?