Job 39 in Puritan & Reformed Writings

[1] Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve? [2] Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth? [3] They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows. [4] Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them. [5] Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass? [6] Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings. [7] He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver. [8] The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing. [9] Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? [10] Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? [11] Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? [12] Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn? [13] Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich? [14] Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust, [15] And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them. [16] She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vain without fear; [17] Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding. [18] What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider. [19] Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? [20] Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible. [21] He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. [22] He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword. [23] The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. [24] He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. [25] He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. [26] Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south? [27] Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high? [28] She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. [29] From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off. [30] Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.