| | 1 | "Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn? | |
| | 2 | Do you count the months till they bear? Do you know the time they give birth? | |
| | 3 | They crouch down and bring forth their young; their labor pains are ended. | |
| | 4 | Their young thrive and grow strong in the wilds; they leave and do not return. | |
| | 5 | "Who let the wild donkey go free? Who untied his ropes? | |
| | 6 | I gave him the wasteland as his home, the salt flats as his habitat. | |
| | 7 | He laughs at the commotion in the town; he does not hear a driver's shout. | |
| | 8 | He ranges the hills for his pasture and searches for any green thing. | |
| | 9 | "Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night? | |
| | 10 | Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he till the valleys behind you? | |
| | 11 | Will you rely on him for his great strength? Will you leave your heavy work to him? | |
| | 12 | Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor? | |
| | 13 | "The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but they cannot compare with the pinions and feathers of the stork. | |
| | 14 | She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand, | |
| | 15 | unmindful that a foot may crush them, that some wild animal may trample them. | |
| | 16 | She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers; she cares not that her labor was in vain, | |
| | 17 | for God did not endow her with wisdom or give her a share of good sense. | |
| | 18 | Yet when she spreads her feathers to run, she laughs at horse and rider. | |
| | 19 | "Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? | |
| | 20 | Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? | |
| | 21 | He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. | |
| | 22 | He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. | |
| | 23 | The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. | |
| | 24 | In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. | |
| | 25 | At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry. | |
| | 26 | "Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread his wings toward the south? | |
| | 27 | Does the eagle soar at your command and build his nest on high? | |
| | 28 | He dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag is his stronghold. | |
| | 29 | From there he seeks out his food; his eyes detect it from afar. | |
| | 30 | His young ones feast on blood, and where the slain are, there is he." | |
