Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?

The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.

Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!

Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest?

Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?

And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced are -- there is he!

Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.

For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,

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

Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.

They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.

Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain is her labour without fear.

For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:

With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.

Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?

Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting is terrible.

He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.

A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.

The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.

He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,

Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?

And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.

They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.

Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!