it in holes?

38:41. Who provideth food for the raven, when her young ones cry to God,
wandering about, because they have no meat?

Job Chapter 39 The wonders of the power and providence of God in many of
his creatures.

39:1. Knowest thou the time when the wild goats bring forth among the
rocks, or hast thou observed the hinds when they fawn?

39:2. Hast thou numbered the months of their conceiving, or knowest thou
the time when they bring forth?

39:3. They bow themselves to bring forth young, and they cast them, and
send forth roarings.

39:4. Their young are weaned and go to feed: they go forth, and return
not to them.

39:5. Who hath sent out the wild ass free, and who hath loosed his
bonds?

39:6. To whom I have given a house in the wilderness, and his dwellings
in the barren land.

39:7. He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of
the driver.

39:8. He looketh round about the mountains of his pasture, and seeketh
for every green thing,

39:9. Shall the rhinoceros be willing to serve thee, or will he stay at
thy crib?

39:10. Canst thou bind the rhinoceros with thy thong to plough, or will
he break the clods of the valleys after thee?

39:11. Wilt thou have confidence in his great strength, and leave thy
labours to him?

39:12. Wilt thou trust him that he will render thee the seed, and gather
it into thy barnfloor?

39:13. The wing of the ostrich is like the wings of the heron, and of
the hawk.

39:14. When she leaveth her eggs on the earth, thou perhaps wilt warm
them in the dust.

39:15. She forgetteth that the foot may tread upon them, or that the
beasts of the field may break them.

39:16. She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not
hers, she hath laboured in vain, no fear constraining her.

39:17. For God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he given her
understanding.

39:18. When time shall be, she setteth up her wings on high: she
scorneth the horse and his rider.

39:19. Wilt thou give strength to the horse or clothe his neck with
neighing?

39:20. Wilt thou lift him up like the locusts? the glory of his nostrils
is terror.

39:21. He breaketh up the earth with his hoof, he pranceth boldly, he
goeth forward to meet armed men.

39:22. He despiseth fear, he turneth not his back to the sword.

39:23. Above him shall the quiver rattle, the spear and shield shall
glitter.

39:24. Chasing and raging he swalloweth the ground, ne