JOB
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- They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones,
- They cast out their sorrows.
- Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn;
- They go forth, and return not unto them.
- Who hath sent out the wild ass free?
- Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
- Whose house I have made the wilderness,
- And the barren land his dwellings.
- He scorneth the multitude of the city,
- Neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
- The range of the mountains is his pasture,
- And he searcheth after every green thing.
- Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee,
- Or abide by thy crib?
- Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow?
- Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
- Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great?
- Or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
- Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed,
- And gather it into thy barn?
- Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks?
- Or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
- Which leaveth her eggs in the earth,
- And warmeth them in dust,
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