But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;

Thou that tearest thyself in thine anger, Shall the earth be forsaken for thee? Or shall the rock be removed out of its place?

That with an iron pen and lead They were graven in the rock for ever!

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, And embrace the rock for want of a shelter.

He putteth forth his hand upon the flinty rock; He overturneth the mountains by the roots.

When my steps were washed with butter, And the rock poured me out streams of oil!

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