Is the wild ox willing to be your servant? Will it spend the night at your feeding trough?

"The wings of the ostrich flap with joy, but are they the pinions and plumage of a stork?

"Are you acquainted with the way the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch as the wild deer give birth to their young?

"Do you give the horse its strength? Do you clothe its neck with a mane?

Is it at your command that the eagle soars, and builds its nest on high?

Who let the wild donkey go free? Who released the bonds of the donkey,

Can you bind the wild ox to a furrow with its rope, will it till the valleys, following after you?

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

And its young ones devour the blood, and where the dead carcasses are, there it is."

At the sound of the trumpet, it says, 'Aha!' And from a distance it catches the scent of battle, the thunderous shouting of commanders, and the battle cries.

For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and lets them be warmed on the soil.

to whom I appointed the steppe for its home, the salt wastes as its dwelling place?

On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.

It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.

She is harsh with her young, as if they were not hers; she is unconcerned about the uselessness of her labor.

For God deprived her of wisdom, and did not impart understanding to her.

In excitement and impatience it consumes the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet is blown.

Can you count on it to bring in your grain, and gather the grain to your threshing floor?

Their young grow strong, and grow up in the open; they go off, and do not return to them.

Do you make it leap like a locust? Its proud neighing is terrifying!

It laughs at fear and is not dismayed; it does not shy away from the sword.

It lives on a rock and spends the night there, on a rocky crag and a fortress.

It ranges the hills as its pasture, and searches after every green plant.

But as soon as she springs up, she laughs at the horse and its rider.

It scorns the tumult in the town; it does not hear the shouts of a driver.

From there it spots its prey, its eyes gaze intently from a distance.

Will you rely on it because its strength is great? Will you commit your labor to it?

She forgets that a foot might crush them, or that a wild animal might trample them.

They crouch, they bear their young, they bring forth the offspring they have carried.

Do you count the months they must fulfill, and do you know the time they give birth?