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¹ Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?² Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?³ They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;⁴ Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.⁵ Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?⁶ Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:⁷ He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;⁸ He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.⁹ Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?¹⁰ Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that - with the ridge - shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?¹¹ Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?¹² Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?

¹³ The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?¹⁴ For she leaveth - to the earth - her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;¹⁵ And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, - or, the wild beast, tread on them!¹⁶ Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.¹⁷ For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.¹⁸ What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.

¹⁹ Couldst thou give - to the Horse - strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?²⁰ Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!²¹ He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;²² He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;²³ Against him, whiz the arrows of the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;²⁴ With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, - he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;²⁵ As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, - the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.

²⁶ Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?²⁷ Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?²⁸ The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;²⁹ From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;³⁰ And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.