Part 27 (2/2)

The waters are as stone, And the face of the deep condensed like clots together.

CCXCI

Canst thou bind the knots of the Pleiads, Or loose the fetters of Orion?

Canst thou send lightnings that they may speed, And say unto thee: Here we are?

CCXCII

Who in his wisdom can number the clouds, Or who can pour out the bottles of heaven, That the dust may thicken into mire, And the clods cleave close together?

CCXCII

Canst thou hunt its prey for the lion, Or sate the appet.i.te of the young lions, When they couch in their dens, And abide in the covert to lie in wait?

CCXCIV

Who provideth his food for the raven, When his young ones cry unto G.o.d?

It hovereth around nor groweth weary, Seeking food for its nestlings.

CCXCV

Canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

Canst thou number the months when they bring forth?

They cast out their burdens, Their little ones grow up out of doors.

CCXCVI

Who hath sent out the wild a.s.s free, Whose dwelling I have made the wilderness, Who scorneth the noise of the city, Nor heedeth the driver's cry?

CCXCVII

Will the wild ox be willing to serve thee, Or abide by thy grip?

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

CCXCVIII

Dost thou bestow might upon the horse?

Dost thou clothe his neck with a waving mane?

Dost thou make him to bound like a locust, In the pride of his terrible snort?

CCXCIX

He paws in the vale and rejoices; Goes with strength to encounter the weapons; He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, And recoileth not from the sword.

CCC

The quiver clangs upon him, The flas.h.i.+ng lance and the javelin; Furiously bounding, he swallows the ground, And cannot be reined in at the trumpet-blast.

CCCI

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