1 “Do you know the time when the wild mountain goats bear young?
Or can you mark when the deer gives birth?
Or do you know the time when they bear young?
They bring forth their young,
They deliver their [a]offspring.
They grow strong with grain;
They depart and do not return to them.
Who loosed the bonds of the [b]onager,
And the [c]barren land his dwelling?
He does not heed the shouts of the driver.
And he searches after every green thing.
Will he bed by your manger?
Or will he plow the valleys behind you?
Or will you leave your labor to him?
And gather it to your threshing floor?
But are her wings and pinions like the kindly stork’s?
And warms them in the dust;
Or that a wild beast may break them.
Her labor is in vain, without [e]concern,
And did not endow her with understanding.
She scorns the horse and its rider.
Have you clothed his neck with [f]thunder?
His majestic snorting strikes terror.
He gallops into the clash of arms.
Nor does he turn back from the sword.
The glittering spear and javelin.
Nor does he come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded.
He smells the battle from afar,
The thunder of captains and shouting.
And spread its wings toward the south?
And make its nest on high?
On the crag of the rock and the stronghold.
Its eyes observe from afar.
And where the slain are, there it is.”