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OEB JOB Chapter 39

JOB 39 ©

39Dost thou fix the birth-times of the wild goats,

Or watch o’er the calving of hinds?

2Dost thou number the months they fulfil,

Or determine the time of their bearing?

3They cower and bring forth their young,

Swiftly ridding themselves of their birth-pangs.

4Their young one grow strong in the open,

Go forth and come back not again.

5Who let out the wild ass free?

Who loosened the bonds of the wild ass,

6Whose home I have made the steppe,

And the salt-land the place of his dwelling?

7He laughs at the din of the city,

No driver roars in his ears.

8The mountains he scours as his pasture,

And every green thing is his quest.

9Will the wild ox be willing to serve thee,

Or spend the night in thy crib?

10Wilt thou fasten a rope on his neck?

Will he harrow thy furrows behind thee?

11Wilt thou trust his magnificent strength,

Or put him in charge of thy labours,

12Expect him to come again

And gather thy seed to thy threshing-floor?

13The wing of the ostrich beats joyously,

But her pinions and feathers are cruel.

14For she trusteth her eggs to the ground,

And she setteth them down in the dust,

15Forgetting that foot may crush them,

Or beast of the field tread upon them.

16Her young she treats harshly, as strangers,

Unmoved though her toil be in vain.

17For God hath not dealt to her wisdom,

Nor alloted to her understanding.

18She scuddeth along in her flight,

At the horse and his rider she laugheth.

19Dost thou give to the war-horse his strength,

Clothe his neck with the quivering mane?

20Dost thou make him to leap like a locust,

With snort that is splendid and terrible?

21He paweth the valley exulting,

As forth to the fight the fares.

22He laughs undismayed at the terror,

He turneth not back from the sword.

23Against him the quiver may rattle,

The glittering spear or the dart:

24He devoureth the ground in wild rage,

Without turning to right hand or left.

25At the trumpet alarm he saith "Ha!"

For he scenteth the battle afar,

The thunder of captains, the shouting.

26Doth the hawk soar aloft by thy wisdom.

And spread out her wings to the south?

27Doth the eagle mount up at thy bidding,

And make her nest high on the mountains?

28The cliff is her home where she lodges–

The peak of the cliff and the fortress,

29She spieth her prey from the heights

With those eyes that see from afar.

30Her young ones suck up blood:

Where the slain are, there is she.

The Rebuke

JOB 39 ©

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