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