Do you knowהֲיָדַעְתָּthe timeעֵתwhen the mountain goatsיַעֲלֵיof the cragסָלַעgive birth?לֶדֶתDo you watch overתִּשְׁמֹרthe calvingחֹלֵלof the does?אַיָּלוֹת
Do you countתִּסְפֹּרthe monthsיְרָחִיםthey fulfill,תְּמַלֶּאנָהand do you knowוְיָדַעְתָּthe timeעֵתwhen they give birth?לִדְתָּנָה
They crouch,תִּכְרַעְנָהthey bring forthתְּפַלַּחְנָהtheir young;יַלְדֵיהֶןthey cast offתְּשַׁלַּחְנָהtheir pains.חֶבְלֵיהֶם
Their young onesבְנֵיהֶםgrow strong,יַחְלְמוּthey grow upיִרְבּוּin the open;בַבָּרthey go outיָצְאוּand do notוְלֹאreturnשָׁבוּto them.לָמוֹ
Whoמִיsent outשִׁלַּחthe wild donkeyפֶּרֶאfree,חָפְשִׁיand the bondsוּמֹסְרוֹתof the onagerעָרוֹדwhoמִיloosed?פִתֵּחַ
to whomאֲשֶׁרI gaveשַׂמְתִּיthe steppeעֲרָבָהas his home,בֵיתוֹand as his dwellingsוּמִשְׁכְּנוֹתָיוthe salt land.מְלֵחָה
He laughsיִשְׂחַקat the multitudeלַהֲמוֹןof the city;קִרְיָהthe clamorתְּשֻׁאוֹתof the driverנוֹגֵשׂhe does notלֹאhear.יִשְׁמָע
What he searches outיְתוּרin the mountainsהָרִיםis his pasture,מִרְעֵהוּand afterוְאַחַרeveryכָּלgreen thingיָרוֹקhe seeks.יִדְרוֹשׁ
Willהֲthe wild oxרֵּיםbe willingיֹאבֶהto serve you,עָבְדֶךָorאִםspend the nightיָלִיןbyעַלyour manger?אֲבוּסֶךָ
Can you bindהֲתִקְשָׁרthe wild oxרֵיםin the furrowבְּתֶלֶםwith his rope,עֲבֹתוֹorאִםwill he harrowיְשַׂדֵּדthe valleysעֲמָקִיםafter you?אַחֲרֶיךָ
Will you trustהֲתִבְטַחin himבּוֹbecauseכִּיhis strengthכֹּחוֹis great,רַבand leaveוְתַעֲזֹבto himאֵלָיוyour labor?יְגִיעֶךָ
Will you believeהֲתַאֲמִיןof himבּוֹthatכִּיhe will bring backיָשִׁיבyour grainזַרְעֶךָand gather itוְ יֶאֱסֹףto your threshing floor?גָרְנְךָ
The wingכְּנַףof the ostrichרְנָנִיםflaps joyfully;נֶעֱלָסָהis itאִםthe pinionאֶבְרָהof the storkחֲסִידָהand plumage?וְנֹצָה
Forכִּיshe leavesתַעֲזֹבon the earthלָאָרֶץher eggs,בֵּצֶיהָand onוְעַלthe dustעָפָרwarms them,תְּחַמֵּם
and forgetsוַתִּשְׁכַּחthatכִּיa footרֶגֶלmay crush them,תְּזוּרֶהָand the animalוְחַיַּתof the fieldהַשָּׂדֶהmay trample them.תְּדוּשֶׁהָ
She treats harshlyהִקְשִׁיחַher youngבָּנֶיהָas if they were notלְּלֹאhers;לָהּin vainלְרִיקis her labor,יְגִיעָהּwithoutבְּלִיdread,פָחַד
forכִּיEloahאֱלוֹהַּhas made her forgetהִשָּׁהּwisdom,חָכְמָהand has notוְלֹאgiven her a shareחָלַק לָהּin understanding.בַּבִּינָה
Whenכָּעֵתshe soarsתַּמְרִיאon high,בַּמָּרוֹםshe laughsתִּשְׂחַקat the horseלַסּוּסand at its rider.וּלְרֹכְבוֹ
Do you giveהֲתִתֵּןthe horseלַסּוּסmight?גְּבוּרָהDo you clotheהֲתַלְבִּישׁhis neckצַוָּארוֹwith a mane?רַעְמָה
Do you make him leapהְתַרְעִישֶׁנּוּlike the locust?כָּאַרְבֶּהThe splendorהוֹדof his snortingנַחְרוֹis terror.אֵימָה
He pawsיַחְפְּרוּin the valleyבָעֵמֶקand rejoicesוְיָשִׂישׂin strength;בְּכֹחַhe goes outיֵצֵאto meetלִקְרַאתthe weapons.נָשֶׁק
He laughsיִשְׂחַקat dreadלְפַחַדand is notוְלֹאdismayed,יֵחָתand does notוְלֹאturn backיָשׁוּבfromמִפְּנֵיthe sword.חָרֶב
Upon himעָלָיוrattlesתִּרְנֶהthe quiver,אַשְׁפָּהthe flameלַהַבof the spearחֲנִיתand the javelin.וְכִידוֹן
With shakingבְּרַעַשׁand agitationוְרֹגֶזhe gulpsיְגַמֶּאthe ground,אָרֶץand he cannotוְלֹאstand stillיַאֲמִיןwhenכִּיthe hornשׁוֹפָרsounds.קוֹל
At everyבְּדֵיhornשֹׁפָרhe says,יֹאמַר‘Aha!’הֶאָחand from afarוּמֵרָחוֹקhe smellsיָרִיחַthe war,מִלְחָמָהthe thunderרַעַםof the commandersשָׂרִיםand the acclamation.וּתְרוּעָה
Is it by your understandingהֲמִבִּינָתְךָthat the hawkנֵץflies,יַאֲבֶרand spreadsיִפְרֹשׂits wingsכְּנָפָיוtoward the south?לְתֵימָן
Orאִםat your commandעַל פִּיךָdoes the eagleנָשֶׁרmount up,יַגְבִּיהַּand is it thatוְכִיit sets on highיָרִיםits nest?קִנּוֹ
On the cragסֶלַעit dwellsיִשְׁכֹּןand spends the night,וְיִתְלֹנָןonעַלthe toothשֶׁןof the cragסֶלַעand the stronghold.וּמְצוּדָה
From thereמִשָּׁםit searches outחָפַרfood;אֹכֶלfrom afarלְמֵרָחוֹקits eyesעֵינָיוlook.יַבִּיטוּ
And its youngוְאֶפְרֹחָיוsuck upיְעַלְעוּblood,דָםand whereוּבַאֲשֶׁרthe dead are,חֲלָלִיםthereשָׁםit is.”הוּא