Knox Bible

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Not thine to know when the wild goats give birth on their high crags, to watch the hinds in their throes;

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count the months while they carry their young, and know the time of their delivery.

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Without thy aid they travail; born of those pangs,

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the calves are soon weaned, and make for the pastures, go out to return no more.

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Who gives the wild ass untrammelled liberty

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to roam the wilderness, and make the salt plains his dwelling-place;

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to spurn the din of cities, no driver crying after him,

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and look about him at the slopes where he feeds, all that green world his pasturage?

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Canst thou tame the wild ox✻ to thy service, feed him at thy stall,

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bind him to the plough with thongs and lead him out to break clods in the valley?

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Wouldst thou trust that great strength of his to do thy work for thee,

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bring in thy harvest and fill thy threshing-floor?

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Here is the ostrich, of one feather with heron and hawk,

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yet she will leave her eggs on the bare earth; and canst thou give warmth to the dust to hatch them?✻

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Heedless, though foot of man should trample or wild beast devour them,

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she steels herself to pity as if the brood was none of hers; throws away all her hopes in causeless alarm.

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God’s will it was to deny her sense; wisdom she might have none,

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though she were swift, at need, to hoist her wings aloft, mocking the pains of horse and rider.

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Ay, and what of the horse? Is it of thy gift his great strength comes, was it thou didst caparison with him terrors?✻

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Thou wilt not scare him away like a locust; fiercely he breathes,

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deeply he paws the ground, bravely he prances, as he goes out to meet the shock of battle.

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Fear cannot daunt him, nor the sword drive him back;

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clang quiver, let shield and spear dazzle as they may,

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he swallows up the intervening distance, all heat and rage. Little recks he of the trumpet’s blast;

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echoes exultantly the bugle’s note, while he scents from afar the combat, hears the shouting of captains, and the din of armies.

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Is it of thy devising the hawk grows full-fledged, in time to spread her wings for the southward journey?

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Is it at thy bidding the eagle soars, to make her eyrie in the heights,

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cave and crag and inaccessible rock her familiar home,

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whence her far-seeing eyes look round, searching for prey?

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Blood-thirsty her brood, and where the carcase waits, waits she.

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All this the Lord said to Job, and added besides,

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What is this? One that would match himself with God, so easily put down! Nay, God thou didst challenge, God thou must refute.

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And thus Job made the Lord answer:

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So vain a pleader, I have no suit to make; finger on lip I will listen.

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Once and again I have spoken the word I would fain unsay; more I dare not.✻