translation_id: asv-eng-asv

book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?


text: Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?


text: They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.


text: Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.


text: Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,


text: Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?


text: He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.


text: The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.


text: Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?


text: Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?


text: Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?


text: Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?


text: The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?


text: For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,


text: And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.


text: She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear;


text: Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.


text: What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.


text: Hast thou given the horse his might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?


text: Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.


text: He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.


text: He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.


text: The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.


text: He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.


text: As oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.


text: Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, And stretcheth her wings toward the south?


text: Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?


text: On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.


text: From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.


text: Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.