1 Sabes tu quando é que as cabras montêses têm as crias? Já alguma vez viste as gazelas darem à luz?
2 Sabes quantos meses andam elas prenhes,antes de se curvarem sobre si própriascom as dores de parto?
4 Os filhos criam-se nos campos, sob o céu aberto, depois deixam os pais e não voltam mais para eles.
5 Quem é que torna selvagens os jumentos montêses? Quem os fez viver sem prisões?
6 Coloquei-os no deserto e dei-lhes terras salgadas para nelas viverem.
7 Porque odeiam o barulho das cidades e detestam os gritos dos condutores!
8 Os grandes espaços das montanhas são os seus pastos;é lá que andam buscando a mais pequena erva verde.
9 Serias capaz de tornar o boi selvagem num servo teu obediente,e de o manter sossegadamente atrás da sua manjedoura?
10 Irias utilizar um animal desses para te lavrar o campoe para te puxar pelo arado?
11 Só porque é um animal forte, poderias tu confiar nele?
12 Mandá-lo-ias pelos teus campos, para te recolher o trigo e o trazerpara a eira?
13 A avestruz é um animal imponente,quando a vemos bater majestosamente as asas,mas compara-se a sua plumagem à das cegonhas?
14 Põe os ovos à superfície da terra, para os aquecer com o pó.
15 Mas esquece-se que qualquer pessoa pode pisá-los e esmagá-los,que qualquer animal selvagem os pode destruir.
18 No entanto quando se levanta para correr,ultrapassa o mais rápido cavalo selvagem.
19 Foste tu quem deu a força ao cavalo e lhe revestiu de crinas o pescoço?
20 Ensinaste-o tu a saltar como um gafanhoto? Terrível é o fogoso respirar das suas narinas!
24 Sacudindo-se ferozmente, escava a terrae dispara toda a corrida para a batalha,quando soa o toque da trombeta.
25 Ao soar das buzinas grita:'Eh!' Sente já ao longe o cheiro da guerra e os brados dos comandantes.
26 Sabes tu como é que o falcão levanta vooe bate as asas em direcção ao sul?
27 Dependerá de ti que a águia vá até aos altos cimos das montanhaspara lá fazer o ninho?
28 Vive sobre as rochas dos montes,fazendo a sua morada nas penhas seguras.
29 Dali espia a presa, a uma grande distância.
30 As suas crias chupam o sangue, porque onde há mortos, aí está ela.
1 Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
2 Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
3 They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
4 Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
5 Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
6 Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
7 He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
8 He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
9 Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so thatwith the ridgeshall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
11 Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
12 Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
13 The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
14 For she leavethto the earthher eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
15 And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them,or, the wild beast, tread on them!
16 Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
17 For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
18 What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
19 Couldst thou giveto the Horsestrength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
21 He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
22 He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
23 Against him, whiz the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground,he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
25 As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle,the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
26 Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
27 Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
28 The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
29 From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
30 And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.