Job 39

Knowest thou the time when the wild goates of the rocke bring forth? or canst thou marke when the hindes doe calue?

GenevaWilt thou hunt the pray for the lyon? or fill the appetite of the lyons whelpes,

הֲ/יָדַ֗עְתָּ עֵ֭ת לֶ֣דֶת יַעֲלֵי סָ֑לַע חֹלֵ֖ל אַיָּל֣וֹת תִּשְׁמֹֽר

Canst thou number the moneths that they fulfill? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

GenevaWhen they couch in their places, and remaine in the couert to lye in waite?

תִּסְפֹּ֣ר יְרָחִ֣ים תְּמַלֶּ֑אנָה וְ֝/יָדַ֗עְתָּ עֵ֣ת לִדְתָּֽ/נָה

They bowe themselues, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrowes.

GenevaWho prepareth for the rauen his meate, when his birdes crie vnto God, wandering for lacke of meate?

תִּ֭כְרַעְנָה יַלְדֵי/הֶ֣ן תְּפַלַּ֑חְנָה חֶבְלֵי/הֶ֥ם תְּשַׁלַּֽחְנָה

Their yong ones are in good liking, they grow vp with corne: they go forth, and returne not vnto them.

GenevaKnowest thou the time when the wilde goates bring foorth yong? or doest thou marke when the hindes doe calue?

יַחְלְמ֣וּ בְ֭נֵי/הֶם יִרְבּ֣וּ בַ/בָּ֑ר יָ֝צְא֗וּ וְ/לֹא שָׁ֥בוּ לָֽ/מוֹ

Who hath sent out the wild asse free? or who hath looosed the bands of the wild asse?

GenevaCanst thou nomber the moneths that they fulfill? or knowest thou the time when they bring foorth?

מִֽי שִׁלַּ֣ח פֶּ֣רֶא חָפְשִׁ֑י וּ/מֹסְר֥וֹת עָ֝ר֗וֹד מִ֣י פִתֵּֽחַ

Whose house I haue made the wildernesse, and the barren lande his dwellings.

GenevaThey bow them selues: they bruise their yong and cast out their sorowes.

אֲשֶׁר שַׂ֣מְתִּי עֲרָבָ֣ה בֵית֑/וֹ וּֽ/מִשְׁכְּנוֹתָ֥י/ו מְלֵֽחָה

He scorneth the multitude of the citie, neither regardeth he the crying of the driuer.

GenevaYet their yong waxe fatte, and growe vp with corne: they goe foorth and returne not vnto them.

יִ֭שְׂחַק לַ/הֲמ֣וֹן קִרְיָ֑ה תְּשֻׁא֥וֹת נ֝וֹגֵ֗שׂ לֹ֣א יִשְׁמָֽע

The range of the mountaines is his pasture, and hee searcheth after euery greene thing.

GenevaWho hath set the wilde asse at libertie? or who hath loosed the bondes of the wilde asse?

יְת֣וּר הָרִ֣ים מִרְעֵ֑/הוּ וְ/אַחַ֖ר כָּל יָר֣וֹק יִדְרֽוֹשׁ

Will the Unicorne be willing to serue thee? or abide by thy cribbe?

GenevaIt is I which haue made the wildernesse his house, and the salt places his dwellings.

הֲ/יֹ֣אבֶה רֵּ֣ים עָבְדֶ֑/ךָ אִם יָ֝לִ֗ין עַל אֲבוּסֶֽ/ךָ

Canst thou binde the Unicorne with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleyes after thee?

GenevaHe derideth the multitude of the citie: he heareth not the crie of the driuer.

הֲֽ/תִקְשָׁר רֵ֭ים בְּ/תֶ֣לֶם עֲבֹת֑/וֹ אִם יְשַׂדֵּ֖ד עֲמָקִ֣ים אַחֲרֶֽי/ךָ

Wilt thou trust him because his strength is great? or wilt thou leaue thy labour to him?

GenevaHe seeketh out the mountaine for his pasture, and searcheth after euery greene thing.

הֲֽ/תִבְטַח בּ֭/וֹ כִּי רַ֣ב כֹּח֑/וֹ וְ/תַעֲזֹ֖ב אֵלָ֣י/ו יְגִיעֶֽ/ךָ

Wilt thou beleeue him that hee will bring home thy seed? and gather it into thy barne?

GenevaWill the vnicorne serue thee? or will he tary by thy cribbe?

הֲ/תַאֲמִ֣ין בּ֭/וֹ כִּי ישוב זַרְעֶ֑/ךָ וְֽ/גָרְנְ/ךָ֥ יֶאֱסֹֽף

Gauest thou the goodly wings vnto the peacocks, or wings and feathers vnto the Ostrich?

GenevaCanst thou binde the vnicorne with his band to labour in the furrowe? or will he plowe the valleyes after thee?

כְּנַף רְנָנִ֥ים נֶעֱלָ֑סָה אִם אֶ֝בְרָ֗ה חֲסִידָ֥ה וְ/נֹצָֽה

Which leaueth her egges in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,

GenevaWilt thou trust in him, because his strength is great, and cast off thy labour vnto him?

כִּֽי תַעֲזֹ֣ב לָ/אָ֣רֶץ בֵּצֶ֑י/הָ וְֽ/עַל עָפָ֥ר תְּחַמֵּֽם

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wilde beast may breake them.

GenevaWilt thou beleeue him, that he will bring home thy seede, and gather it vnto thy barne?

וַ֭/תִּשְׁכַּח כִּי רֶ֣גֶל תְּזוּרֶ֑/הָ וְ/חַיַּ֖ת הַ/שָּׂדֶ֣ה תְּדוּשֶֽׁ/הָ

She is hardened against her yong ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vaine without feare.

GenevaHast thou giuen the pleasant wings vnto the peacockes? or winges and feathers vnto the ostriche?

הִקְשִׁ֣יחַ בָּנֶ֣י/הָ לְּ/לֹא לָ֑/הּ לְ/רִ֖יק יְגִיעָ֣/הּ בְּלִי פָֽחַד

Because God hath depriued her of wisedome, neither hath he imparted to her vnderstanding.

GenevaWhich leaueth his egges in the earth, and maketh them hote in the dust,

כִּֽי הִשָּׁ֣/הּ אֱל֣וֹהַּ חָכְמָ֑ה וְ/לֹא חָ֥לַק לָ֝֗/הּ בַּ/בִּינָֽה

What time she lifteth vp her selfe on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.

GenevaAnd forgetteth that the foote might scatter the, or that the wild beast might breake the.

כָּ֭/עֵת בַּ/מָּר֣וֹם תַּמְרִ֑יא תִּֽשְׂחַ֥ק לַ֝/סּ֗וּס וּ/לְ/רֹֽכְבֽ/וֹ

Hast thou giuen the horse strength? hast thou clothed his necke with thunder?

GenevaHe sheweth himselfe cruell vnto his yong ones, as they were not his, and is without feare, as if he trauailed in vaine.

הֲ/תִתֵּ֣ן לַ/סּ֣וּס גְּבוּרָ֑ה הֲ/תַלְבִּ֖ישׁ צַוָּאר֣/וֹ רַעְמָֽה

Canst thou make him afraid as a grashopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.

GenevaFor God had depriued him of wisedom, and hath giuen him no part of vnderstanding.

הְֽ֭/תַרְעִישֶׁ/נּוּ כָּ/אַרְבֶּ֑ה ה֖וֹד נַחְר֣/וֹ אֵימָֽה

He paweth in the valley, and reioyceth in his strength: hee goeth on to meet the armed men.

GenevaWhen time is, he mounteth on hie: he mocketh the horse and his rider.

יַחְפְּר֣וּ בָ֭/עֵמֶק וְ/יָשִׂ֣ישׂ בְּ/כֹ֑חַ יֵ֝צֵ֗א לִ/קְרַאת נָֽשֶׁק

He mocketh at feare, and is not affrighted: neither turneth he backe from the sword.

GenevaHast thou giuen the horse strength? or couered his necke with neying?

יִשְׂחַ֣ק לְ֭/פַחַד וְ/לֹ֣א יֵחָ֑ת וְ/לֹֽא יָ֝שׁ֗וּב מִ/פְּנֵי חָֽרֶב

The quiuer ratleth against him, the glittering speare and the shield.

GenevaHast thou made him afraid as the grashopper? his strong neying is fearefull.

עָ֭לָי/ו תִּרְנֶ֣ה אַשְׁפָּ֑ה לַ֖הַב חֲנִ֣ית וְ/כִידֽוֹן

He swalloweth the ground with fiercenesse and rage: neither beleeueth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

GenevaHe diggeth in the valley, and reioyceth in his strength: he goeth foorth to meete the harnest man.

בְּ/רַ֣עַשׁ וְ֭/רֹגֶז יְגַמֶּא אָ֑רֶץ וְ/לֹֽא יַ֝אֲמִ֗ין כִּי ק֥וֹל שׁוֹפָֽר

Hee saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha: and he smelleth the battaile afarre off, the thunder of the captaines, and the shouting.

GenevaHe mocketh at feare, and is not afraid, and turneth not backe from the sworde,

בְּ/דֵ֤י שֹׁפָ֨ר יֹ֘אמַ֤ר הֶאָ֗ח וּֽ֭/מֵ/רָחוֹק יָרִ֣יחַ מִלְחָמָ֑ה רַ֥עַם שָׂ֝רִים וּ/תְרוּעָֽה

Doeth the hawke flie by thy wisedome, and stretch her wings toward the South?

GenevaThough the quiuer rattle against him, the glittering speare and the shield.

הֲֽ֭/מִ/בִּינָ֣תְ/ךָ יַֽאֲבֶר נֵ֑ץ יִפְרֹ֖שׂ כנפ/ו לְ/תֵימָֽן

Doeth the Eagle mount vp at thy commaund? and make her nest on high?

GenevaHe swalloweth the ground for fearcenes and rage, and he beleeueth not that it is the noise of the trumpet.

אִם עַל פִּ֭י/ךָ יַגְבִּ֣יהַּ נָ֑שֶׁר וְ֝/כִ֗י יָרִ֥ים קִנּֽ/וֹ

She dwelleth and abideth on the rocke, vpon the cragge of the rocke, and the strong place.

GenevaHe sayth among the trumpets, Ha, ha: hee smellleth the battell afarre off, and the noyse of the captaines, and the shouting.

סֶ֣לַע יִ֭שְׁכֹּן וְ/יִתְלֹנָ֑ן עַֽל שֶׁן סֶ֝֗לַע וּ/מְצוּדָֽה

From thence she seeketh the pray, and her eyes behold a farre off.

GenevaShall the hauke flie by thy wisedome, stretching out his wings toward the South?

מִ/שָּׁ֥ם חָֽפַר אֹ֑כֶל לְ֝/מֵ/רָח֗וֹק עֵינָ֥י/ו יַבִּֽיטוּ

Her yong ones also suck vp blood: and where the slaine are, there is he.

GenevaDoeth the eagle mount vp at thy commandement, or make his nest on hie?

ו/אפרח/ו יְעַלְעוּ דָ֑ם וּ/בַ/אֲשֶׁ֥ר חֲ֝לָלִ֗ים שָׁ֣ם הֽוּא