"Is the wild ox willing to serve you? Will he spend the night at your manger?

"The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love?

"Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do you observe the calving of the does?

"Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with a mane?

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up and makes his nest on high?

"Who has let the wild donkey go free? Who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey,

Can you bind him in the furrow with ropes, or will he harrow the valleys after you?

"Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars and spreads his wings toward the south?

His young ones suck up blood, and where the slain are, there is he."

When the trumpet sounds, he says 'Aha!' He smells the battle from afar, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

For she leaves her eggs to the earth and lets them be warmed on the ground,

to whom I have given the arid plain for his home and the salt land for his dwelling place?

Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear, and the javelin.

He paws in the valley and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons.

She deals cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers; though her labor be in vain, yet she has no fear,

because God has made her forget wisdom and given her no share in understanding.

With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

Do you have faith in him that he will return your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?

Their young ones become strong; they grow up in the open; they go out and do not return to them.

Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying.

He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.

On the rock he dwells and makes his home, on the rocky crag and stronghold.

He ranges the mountains as his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.

When she rouses herself to flee, she laughs at the horse and his rider.

He scorns the tumult of the city; he hears not the shouts of the driver.

From there he spies out the prey; his eyes behold it from far away.

Will you depend on him because his strength is great, and will you leave to him your labor?

forgetting that a foot may crush them and that the wild beast may trample them.

when they crouch, bring forth their offspring, and are delivered of their young?

Can you number the months that they fulfill, and do you know the time when they give birth,