¹Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? [Or] canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

¹Kas sa tead kaljukitsede poegimisaega, kas valvad hirvede sünnitust?

²Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

²Kas sa loed nende tiinuskuid ja tead aega, millal nad poegivad,

³They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.

³kui nad kõveraks tõmbudes vasikaid heites oma ihuviljast vabanevad?

⁴Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.

⁴Nende vasikad kosuvad, kasvavad avaral aasal, lähevad ära ega tule tagasi nende juurde.

⁵Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

⁵Kes on sebra lahti lasknud ja kes on valla päästnud metseesli köidikud,

⁶Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

⁶kellele ma olen seadnud koduks lagendiku ja elukohaks soolakõrbe?

⁷He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

⁷Ta naerab linna kära, sundija kisa ta ei kuule.

⁸The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.

⁸Ta uitab mägedel, oma karjamaal, ja otsib kõike, mis aga haljas on.

⁹Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?

⁹Kas metshärg tahab sind teenida? Kas ta jääb ööseks su sõime juurde?

¹⁰Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

¹⁰Kas sa saad metshärja siduda köiega vaole? Kas ta äestab su järel orumaad?

¹¹Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?

¹¹Kas sa võid loota tema peale, kuigi ta rammult on suur, ja jätta oma töö tema hooleks?

¹²Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather [the grain] of thy threshing-floor?

¹²Kas sa usud, et ta toob tagasi ja kogub su seemne rehealusesse?

¹³The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; [But] are they the pinions and plumage of love?

¹³Jaanalinnu tiivad lehvivad rõõmsasti, aga ons need tiivad ja suled tegusad?

¹⁴For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,

¹⁴Sest ta jätab ju oma munad maa peale ja laseb neid liivas soojeneda,

¹⁵And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.

¹⁵unustades, et jalg võib need purustada ja metsloom tallata.

¹⁶She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, [she is] without fear;

¹⁶Ta on oma poegade vastu vali, nagu ei olekski need ta omad; see pole tema mure, et ta vaev võiks olla asjatu.

¹⁷Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.

¹⁷Sest Jumal on teda lasknud unustada tarkuse ega ole jaganud temale mõistust.

¹⁸What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.

¹⁸Aga kui ta siis üles kargab, ta naerab hobust ja ratsanikku.

¹⁹Hast thou given the horse [his] might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

¹⁹Kas sina annad hobusele jõu, ehid ta kaela lakaga?

²⁰Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

²⁰Kas sina paned ta hüppama nagu rohutirtsu? Tema võimas nooskamine on kohutav.

²¹He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.

²¹Ta kaabib orus ja tunneb rõõmu, ta läheb jõuliselt relvadele vastu.

²²He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

²²Ta naerab hirmu, ta ei kohku ega tagane mõõga eest.

²³The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.

²³Ta kohal kõliseb nooletupp, piigitera ja viskoda.

²⁴He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

²⁴Ta kihutab tuhinal ja hoogsasti ega püsi paigal, kui sarv hüüab.

²⁵As oft as the trumpet [soundeth] he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

²⁵Siis kui puhutakse sarve, hirnub tema: iihahaa! Juba kaugelt haistab ta võitlust, pealikute kisa ja hõikeid.

²⁶Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, (And) stretcheth her wings toward the south?

²⁶Kas sinu mõistuse abil lendab kull kõrgele, laotab oma tiibu lõuna poole?

²⁷Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?

²⁷Kas sinu käsul kerkib kotkas kõrgustesse ja teeb oma pesa kõrgele?

²⁸On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

²⁸Ta elab ja ööbib kalju peal, kaljuserval ja ligipääsmatus paigas.

²⁹From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.

²⁹Sealt ta luurab saaki ja ta silmad näevad kaugele.

³⁰Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.

³⁰Ta pojad rüübivad verd, ja kus on mahalööduid, seal on temagi.'