"Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you seen deer in labor?
Can you tell how many months they carry their young? Do you know when they give birth,
when they crouch down and bring forth their young, when they deliver their fawns?
Their young become strong, growing up in the open; they leave and never return.
"Who lets the wild donkey roam freely? Who sets the wild donkey loose from its shackles?
I made the 'Aravah its home, the salty desert its place to live.
It scorns the noise of the city and hears no driver's shouts.
It ranges over the hills for its pasture, searching for anything green.
"Would a wild ox be willing to serve you? Would it stay by your stall?
Could you tie a rope around its neck and make it plow furrows for you?
Would you trust its great strength enough to let it do your heavy work,
or rely on it to bring home your seed and gather the grain from your threshing-floor?
"An ostrich's wings beat wildly, although its pinions lack plumage.
It leaves its eggs on the ground and lets them be warmed by the sand,
forgetting that a foot may crush them or a wild animal trample on them.
It treats its chicks heartlessly, as if they were not its own; even if her labor is in vain, it really doesn't care;
because God has deprived it of wisdom and given it no share in understanding.
When the time comes, it flaps its wings, scorning both horse and rider.
"Did you give the horse its strength? Did you clothe its neck with a mane?
Did you make him able to leap like a locust? Its majestic snorting is frightening!
It paws with force and exults with vigor, then charges into the battle;
mocking at fear, unafraid, it does not shy away from the sword.
The [rider's] quiver rattles over it, [his] gleaming spear and javelin.
Frenzied and eager, it devours the ground, scarcely believing the shofar has sounded.
At the sound of the shofar it whinnies; as from afar it scents the battle, the roar of the chiefs and the shouting.
"Is it your wisdom that sets the hawk soaring, spreading its wings toward the south?
Does the eagle fly up when you say so, to build its nest in the heights?
It lives and spends its nights on the cliffs; a rocky crag is its fortress.
From there it spots its prey, its eyes see it far off.
Its young ones suck up blood; wherever the slain are, there it is."