God's Word

39:1
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
39:2
Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
39:3
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.
39:4
Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.
39:5
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
39:6
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.
39:7
He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
39:8
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
39:9
Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
39:10
Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
39:11
Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
39:12
Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?
39:13
Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
39:14
Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
39:15
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
39:16
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not her's: her labour is in vain without fear;
39:17
Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
39:18
What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
39:19
Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?
39:20
Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
39:21
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.
39:22
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
39:23
The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
39:24
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
39:25
He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
39:26
Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
39:27
Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
39:28
She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.
39:29
From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
39:30
Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.