1You know when the wild goats are dropping their kids? Can you even tell when the deer are having theirs?

2Can you count the months they do their thing? Or know when they’re about to pop?

3They bow down, have their babies, and let go of their struggles.

4Their babies are thriving, growing up on that good stuff; they bounce and don’t look back.

5Who let the wild donkey out? Who broke those chains?

6I made the wilderness his pad, and the empty land his crib.

7He’s not bothered by the city's crowd, and he doesn’t care about the driver’s cries.

8The mountains are his chill spot, and he’s always on the hunt for something green.

9Will the unicorn vibe with you, or hang at your place?

10Can you tie up the unicorn with a rope in the field? Or will he just ignore you and roam free?

11You trust him 'cause he's got mad strength? Or you just gonna dip and let him handle it?

12You really think he’ll bring your fam back and stack 'em in your barn?

13Did you hook up the peacocks with those fly wings? Or give the ostrich some rizz with feathers?

14She just leaves her eggs chillin' in the dirt, warming them up in the dust, no cap.

15And totally forgets that a foot could crush them or a wild beast might break them, savage.

16She’s like, “Whatever,” to her chicks, acting like they ain’t hers: all that work for nothing, fr.

17'Cause God didn’t bless her with wisdom or give her the lowdown, you feel?

18Whenever she flexes up high, she’s like, “Who cares?” to the horse and rider, periodt.

19You give the horse strength? You decked out his neck with thunder, or nah?

20Can you scare him like a grasshopper? His nostrils got that terrifying glory, for real.

21He’s vibin’ in the valley, flexin’ his strength: he rolls out to meet the squad with the weapons.

22He laughs at fear, no cap; he ain't backing down from the sword.

23The quiver's rattlin' against him, the shiny spear and the shield are lit.

24He devours the ground with mad intensity and rage: he don’t even think it’s the trumpet sound.

25He’s like, “Ha, ha,” among the trumpets; he can smell the battle from miles away, the thunder of the captains, and the hype.

26Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, stretchin’ her wings to the south?

27Does the eagle soar at your command and build her crib up high?

28She chillin’ on the rock, on the crag of the rock, in the strong spot.

29From there, she’s lookin’ for prey, her eyes peepin’ from far away.

30Her young ones are suckin’ up blood: where the fallen are, that’s where she’s at.

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

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

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

4Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.

5Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?

6Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.

7He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.

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

9Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?

10Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

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

12Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

13Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?

14Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,

15And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

16She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labour is in vain without fear;

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

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

19Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?

20Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.

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

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

23The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.

24He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

25He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

26Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?

27Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?

28She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.

29From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.

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