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The Book of Job

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- Chapter 39 -

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Knowest thou the time when the wild goats bring forth among the rocks, or hast thou observed the hinds when they fawn?
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Hast thou numbered the months of their conceiving, or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
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They bow themselves to bring forth young, and they cast them, and send forth roarings.
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Their young are weaned and go to feed: they go forth, and return not to them.
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Who hath sent out the wild ass free, and who hath loosed his bonds?
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To whom I have given a house in the wilderness, and his dwellings in the barren land.
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He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of the driver.
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He looketh round about the mountains of his pasture, and seeketh for every green thing.
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Shall the rhinoceros be willing to serve thee, or will he stay at thy crib?
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Canst thou bind the rhinoceros with thy thong to plough, or will he break the clods of the valleys after thee?
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Wilt thou have confidence in his great strength, and leave thy labours to him?
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Wilt thou trust him that he will render thee the seed, and gather it into thy barnfloor?
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The wing of the ostrich is like the wings of the heron, and of the hawk.
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When she leaveth her eggs on the earth, thou perhaps wilt warm them in the dust.
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She forgetteth that the foot may tread upon them, or that the beasts of the field may break them.
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She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers, she hath laboured in vain, no fear constraining her.
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For God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he given her understanding.
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When time shall be, she setteth up her wings on high: she scorneth the horse and his rider.
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Wilt thou give strength to the horse, or clothe his neck with neighing?
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Wilt thou lift him up like the locusts? the glory of his nostrils is terror.
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He breaketh up the earth with his hoof, he pranceth boldly, he goeth forward to meet armed men.
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He despiseth fear, he turneth not his back to the sword,
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Above him shall the quiver rattle, the spear and shield shall glitter.
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Chasing and raging he swalloweth the ground, neither doth he make account when the noise of the trumpet soundeth.
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When he heareth the trumpet he saith: Ha, ha: he smelleth the battle afar off, the encouraging of the captains, and the shouting of the army.
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Doth the hawk wax feathered by thy wisdom, spreading her wings to the south?
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Will the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest in high places?
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She abideth among the rocks, and dwelleth among cragged flints, and stony hills, where there is no access.
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From thence she looketh for the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
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Her young ones shall suck up blood: and wheresoever the carcass shall be, she is immediately there.
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And the Lord went on, and said to Job:
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Shall he that contendeth with God be so easily silenced? surely he that reproveth God, ought to answer him.
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Then Job answered the Lord, and said:
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What can I answer, who hath spoken inconsiderately? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
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One thing I have spoken, which I wish I had not said: and another, to which I will add no more.
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“Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
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Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
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They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor pains.
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Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again.
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“Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
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whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
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He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
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The range of the mountains is his pasture. He searches after every green thing.
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“Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
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Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
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Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
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Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?
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“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
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For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
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and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
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She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
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because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
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When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
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“Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
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Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
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He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
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He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
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The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
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He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
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As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
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“Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
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Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
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On the cliff he dwells and makes his home, on the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
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From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
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His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”
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