2 Can you count the months of pregnancy;do you know when they give birth?
3 They crouch, split open for their young,send forth their offspring.
4 Their young are healthy; they grow up in the open country,leave and never return.
5 Who freed the wild donkey,loosed the ropes of the onager
6 to whom I gave the desert as home,his dwelling place in the salt flats?
7 He laughs at the clamor of the town,doesn’t hear the driver’s shout,
8 searches the hills for foodand seeks any green sprout.