Have you watched the deer give birth to their young?+
2 Do you count the months that they must complete?
Do you know the time when they give birth?
3 They crouch down when they give birth to their young,
And their labor pains end.
4 Their young become strong and grow up in the open field;
They go out and do not return to them.
6 I have made the desert plain its home
And the salt land its dwelling.
7 It scorns the tumult of the city;
It does not hear the shouts of the driver.
8 It roams the hills, seeking pasture,
Looking for every green plant.
Will it spend the night in your stable?*
11 Will you trust in its great strength
And let it do your heavy work?
13 The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully,
But can her pinions and plumage compare with the stork’s?+
14 For she leaves her eggs on the ground,
And she keeps them warm in the dust.
15 She forgets that some foot may crush them
Or that a wild animal may trample them.
She has no fear that her labor may be in vain.
18 But when she rises up and flaps her wings,
She laughs at the horse and at its rider.
Do you clothe its neck with a rustling mane?
20 Can you cause it to leap like a locust?
Its majestic snorting is terrifying.+
It does not turn back because of the sword.
23 The quiver rattles against it,
The spear and the javelin flash.
25 When the horn blows, it says, ‘Aha!’
It smells the battle from afar
And hears the shouting of commanders and the battle cry.+
26 Is it by your understanding that the falcon soars,
Spreading its wings to the south?
And builds its nest high up,+
28 Spending the night on a cliff,
Dwelling in its stronghold on a rocky crag?*