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 ones, they cast out their sorrows.


text: Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.


text: Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?


text: Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.


text: He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.


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


text: Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?


text: Canst thou bind the unicorn 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 thy labour to him?


text: Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?


text: Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?


text: Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,


text: And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.


text: She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vain 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 strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?


text: Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.


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


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


text: The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.


text: He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.


text: He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.


text: Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?


text: Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?


text: She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.


text: From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.


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