Do you know when mountain goats give birth; do you observe the birthing of does?
Can you count the months of pregnancy; do you know when they give birth?
They crouch, split open for their young, send forth their offspring.
Their young are healthy; they grow up in the open country, leave and never return.
Who freed the wild donkey, loosed the ropes of the onager
to whom I gave the desert as home, his dwelling place in the salt flats?
He laughs at the clamor of the town, doesn't hear the driver's shout,
searches the hills for food and seeks any green sprout.
Will the wild ox agree to be your slave, or will it spend the night in your crib?
Can you bind it with a rope to a plowed row; will it plow the valley behind you?
Will you trust it because its strength is great so that you can leave your work to it?
Can you rely on it to bring back your grain to gather into your threshing floor?
The ostrich's wings flap joyously, but her wings and plumage are like a stork.
She leaves her eggs on the earth, lets them warm in the dust,
then forgets that a foot may crush them or a wild animal trample them.
She treats her young harshly as if they were not hers, without worrying that her labor might be in vain;
God didn't endow her with sense, didn't give her some good sense.
When she flaps her wings high, she laughs at horse and rider.
Did you give strength to the horse, clothe his neck with a mane,
cause him to leap like a locust, his majestic snorting, a fright?
He paws in the valley, prances proudly, charges at battle weapons,
laughs at fear, unafraid. He doesn't turn away from the sword;
a quiver of arrows flies by him, flashing spear and dagger.
Excitedly, trembling, he swallows the ground; can't stand still at a trumpet's blast.
At a trumpet's sound, he says, "Aha!" smells the battle from afar, hears officers' shouting and the battle cry.
Is it due to your understanding that the hawk flies, spreading its wings to the south?
Or at your command does the eagle soar, the vulture build a nest on high?
They dwell on an outcropping of rock, their fortress on rock's edge.
From there they search for food; their eyes notice it from afar,
and their young lap up blood; where carcasses lie, there they are.