Job Chapter 39
You peep when the wild goats are dropping their kids? Can you even vibe when the deer are having theirs?
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? {or} canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
Can you keep track of the months they do their thing? Or know when they’re about to drop?
Canst thou number the months {that} they fulfil? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
They get low, have their young ones, and let go of their struggles.
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.
Their younglings are thriving, growing up on that solid stuff; they bounce and don’t look back.
Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.
Who let that wild donkey loose? Who broke those chains?
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
I crafted the wilderness as his pad, and the barren land as his crib.
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings. {barren...: Heb. salt places}
He’s unfazed by the city noise, and he doesn’t care about the driver’s shouts.
He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver. {of the driver: Heb. of the exactor}
The mountains are his chill zone, always on the lookout for something green.
The range of the mountains {is} his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
Will the unicorn vibe with you, or chill at your place?
Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
Can you tie up the unicorn with a rope in the field? Or will he just ignore you and roam wild?
Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
You really trust him 'cause he’s got mad power? Or you just gonna bounce and let him do his thing?
Wilt thou trust him, because his strength {is} great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
You really think he’ll bring your fam back and stack 'em in your barn?
Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather {it into} thy barn?
Did you hook up the peacocks with those dope wings? Or give the ostrich some flair with feathers?
{Gavest thou} the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich? {wings and...: or, the feathers of the stork and ostrich}
She just leaves her eggs chillin’ in the dirt, warming them up in the dust, no cap.
Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
And totally forgets that a foot could crush them or a wild beast might break them, savage.
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
She’s like, “Whatever,” to her chicks, acting like they ain’t hers: all that work for nothing, fr.
She is hardened against her young ones, as though {they were} not hers: her labour is in vain without fear;
'Cause God didn’t bless her with wisdom or give her the deets, you feel?
Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
Whenever she flexes up high, she’s like, “Who cares?” to the horse and rider, periodt.
What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
You give the horse his strength? You decked out his neck with thunder, or nah?
Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?
Can you scare him like a grasshopper? His nostrils got that fierce glory, for real.
Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils {is} terrible. {terrible: Heb. terror}
He’s vibin’ in the valley, flexin’ his strength: he rolls out to meet the crew with the weapons.
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in {his} strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. {He paweth: or, His feet dig} {the armed...: Heb. the armour}
He laughs at fear, no cap; he ain't backing down from the blade.
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
The quiver's rattlin' against him, the shiny spear and the shield are lit.
The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
He devours the ground with mad intensity and fire: he doesn’t even think it’s the trumpet sound.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that {it is} the sound of the trumpet.
He’s like, “Ha, ha,” among the trumpets; he can smell the battle from miles away, the thunder of the captains, and the hype.
He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, stretchin’ her wings to the south?
Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, {and} stretch her wings toward the south?
Does the eagle soar at your command and build her crib way up high?
Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high? {at...: Heb. by thy mouth}
She’s chillin’ on the rock, on the crag of the rock, in the solid spot.
She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.
From there, she’s scoping for prey, her eyes peepin’ from far away.
From thence she seeketh the prey, {and} her eyes behold afar off.
Her young ones are suckin’ up blood: where the fallen are, that’s where she’s at.
Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain {are}, there {is} she.