Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?

Gavest thou the goodly wings to the peacocks? or wings and feathers to the ostrich!

Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?

Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?

Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?

Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings towards the south?

Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.

He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in the dust,

Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.

The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.

She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labor is in vain without fear;

Because God hath withheld wisdom from her, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not to them.

Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.

He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.

She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.

The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.

When she lifteth herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.

He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.

From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.

Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labor to him?

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.

Canst thou number the months that they fulfill? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?