Job 39-40

Job 39

¹Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!

²Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!

³They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.

⁴Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

⁵Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

⁶Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,

⁷He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

⁸The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

⁹Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?

¹⁰Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

¹¹Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?

¹²Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?

¹³The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.

¹⁴For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,

¹⁵And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.

¹⁶Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain is her labour without fear.

¹⁷For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:

¹⁸At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.

¹⁹Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

²⁰Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting is terrible.

²¹They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.

²²He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.

²³Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.

²⁴With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.

²⁵Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.

²⁶By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?

²⁷At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest?

²⁸A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.

²⁹From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,

³⁰And his brood gulph up blood, And where the pierced are -- there is he!

Job 40

¹And Jehovah doth answer Job, and saith: --

²Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.

³And Job answereth Jehovah, and saith: --

⁴Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.

⁵Once I have spoken, and I answer not, And twice, and I add not.

⁶And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: --

⁷Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

⁸Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?

⁹And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?

¹⁰Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.

¹¹Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.

¹²See every proud one -- humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place.

¹³Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.

¹⁴And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

¹⁵Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.

¹⁶Lo, I pray thee, his power is in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.

¹⁷He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,

¹⁸His bones are tubes of brass, His bones are as a bar of iron.

¹⁹He is a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;

²⁰For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

²¹Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

²²Cover him do shades, with their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.

²³Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.

²⁴Before his eyes doth one take him, With snares doth one pierce the nose?