1 \38:39\Do you go after food for the she-lion, or get meat so that the young lions may have enough,2 \38:40\When they are stretched out in their holes, and are waiting in the brushwood?3 \38:41\Who gives in the evening the meat he is searching for, when his young ones are crying to God; when the young lions with loud noise go wandering after their food?4 \39:1\Have you knowledge of the rock-goats? or do you see the roes giving birth to their young?5 \39:2\Is the number of their months fixed by you? or is the time when they give birth ordered by you?6 \39:3\They are bent down, they give birth to their young, they let loose the fruit of their body.7 \39:4\Their young ones are strong, living in the open country; they go out and do not come back again.8 \39:5\Who has let the ass of the fields go free? or made loose the bands of the loud-voiced beast?9 \39:6\To whom I have given the waste land for a heritage, and the salt land as a living-place.10 \39:7\He makes sport of the noise of the town; the voice of the driver does not come to his ears;11 \39:8\He goes looking for his grass-lands in the mountains, searching out every green thing.12 \39:9\Will the ox of the mountains be your servant? or is his night's resting-place by your food-store?13 \39:10\Will he be pulling your plough with cords, turning up the valleys after you?14 \39:11\Will you put your faith in him, because his strength is great? will you give the fruit of your work into his care?15 \39:12\Will you be looking for him to come back, and get in your seed to the crushing-floor?16 \39:13\Is the wing of the ostrich feeble, or is it because she has no feathers,17 \39:14\That she puts her eggs on the earth, warming them in the dust,18 \39:15\Without a thought that they may be crushed by the foot, and broken by the beasts of the field?19 \39:16\She is cruel to her young ones, as if they were not hers; her work is to no purpose; she has no fear.20 \39:17\For God has taken wisdom from her mind, and given her no measure of knowledge.21 \39:18\When she is shaking her wings on high, she makes sport of the horse and of him who is seated on him.22 \39:19\Do you give strength to the horse? is it by your hand that his neck is clothed with power?23 \39:20\Is it through you that he is shaking like a locust, in the pride of his loud-sounding breath?24 \39:21\He is stamping with joy in the valley; he makes sport of fear.25 \39:22\In his strength he goes out against the arms of war, turning not away from the sword.26 \39:23\The bow is sounding against him; he sees the shining point of spear and arrow.27 \39:24\Shaking with passion, he is biting the earth; he is not able to keep quiet at the sound of the horn;28 \39:25\When it comes to his ears he says, Aha! He is smelling the fight from far off, and hearing the thunder of the captains, and the war-cries.29 \39:26\Is it through your knowledge that the hawk takes his flight, stretching out his wings to the south?30 \39:27\Or is it by your orders that the eagle goes up, and makes his resting-place on high?31 \39:28\On the rock is his house, and on the mountain-top his strong place.32 \39:29\From there he is watching for food; his eye sees it far off.33 \39:30\His young have blood for their drink, and where the dead bodies are, there is he to be seen.34 \40:1\...35 \40:2\Will he who is protesting give teaching to the Ruler of all? Let him who has arguments to put forward against God give an answer.36 \40:3\And Job said in answer to the Lord,37 \40:4\Truly, I am of no value; what answer may I give to you? I will put my hand on my mouth.38 \40:5\I have said once, and even twice, what was in my mind, but I will not do so again.

1 Sabes tu o tempo em que as cabras montesas têm filhos, ou observastes as cervas quando dão suas crias?2 Contarás os meses que cumprem, ou sabes o tempo do seu parto?3 Quando se encurvam, produzem seus filhos, e lançam de si as suas dores.4 Seus filhos enrijam, crescem com o trigo; saem, e nunca mais tornam para elas.5 Quem despediu livre o jumento montês, e quem soltou as prisões ao jumento bravo,6 Ao qual dei o ermo por casa, e a terra salgada por morada?7 Ri-se do ruído da cidade; não ouve os muitos gritos do condutor.8 A região montanhosa é o seu pasto, e anda buscando tudo que está verde.9 Ou, querer-te-á servir o boi selvagem? Ou ficará no teu curral?10 Ou com corda amarrarás, no arado, ao boi selvagem? Ou escavará ele os vales após ti?11 Ou confiarás nele, por ser grande a sua força, ou deixarás a seu cargo o teu trabalho?12 Ou fiarás dele que te torne o que semeaste e o recolha na tua eira?13 A avestruz bate alegremente as suas asas, porém, são benignas as suas asas e penas?14 Ela deixa os seus ovos na terra, e os aquenta no pó,15 E se esquece de que algum pé os pode pisar, ou que os animais do campo os podem calcar.16 Endurece-se para com seus filhos, como se não fossem seus; em vão é seu trabalho, mas ela está sem temor,17 Porque Deus a privou de sabedoria, e não lhe deu entendimento.18 A seu tempo se levanta ao alto; ri-se do cavalo, e do que vai montado nele.19 Ou darás tu força ao cavalo, ou revestirás o seu pescoço com crinas?20 Ou espantá-lo-ás, como ao gafanhoto? Terrível é o fogoso respirar das suas ventas.21 Escarva a terra, e folga na sua força, e sai ao encontro dos armados.22 Ri-se do temor, e não se espanta, e não torna atrás por causa da espada.23 Contra ele rangem a aljava, o ferro flamante da lança e do dardo.24 Agitando-se e indignando-se, serve a terra, e não faz caso do som da trombeta.25 Ao soar das trombetas diz: Eia! E cheira de longe a guerra, e o trovão dos capitães, e o alarido.26 Ou voa o gavião pela tua inteligência, e estende as suas asas para o sul?27 Ou se remonta a águia ao teu mandado, e põe no alto o seu ninho?28 Nas penhas mora e habita; no cume das penhas, e nos lugares seguros.29 Dali descobre a presa; seus olhos a avistam de longe.30 E seus filhos chupam o sangue, e onde há mortos, ali está ela.