Job 39
Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
Or do you know the time when they give birth?
They end their labor pains.
They grow up in the open field.
They go out, and don’t return again.
Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
and the salt land his dwelling place?
neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
He searches after every green thing.
Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
Or will he till the valleys after you?
Or will you leave to him your labor?
and gather the grain of your threshing floor?
but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
warms them in the dust,
or that the wild animal may trample them.
Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
neither has he imparted to her understanding.
she scorns the horse and his rider.
Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
The glory of his snorting is awesome.
He goes out to meet the armed men.
neither does he turn back from the sword.
the flashing spear and the javelin.
neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
He smells the battle afar off,
the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
and stretches her wings toward the south?
and makes his nest on high?
on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
His eyes see it afar off.
Where the slain are, there he is.”