2 Canst thou number the months that they fulfil, and knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
3 How they crouch down, they bring forth their young ones, and dismiss their pain.
4 Their young ones are healthy, they grow up with grain; they go forth and never return unto them again.
5 Who freed the wild ass, and who loosed its bands?
6 Unto whom I made a house in the wilderness, and his dwellings in the salty land.
7 He laughs at the multitude of the city, neither does he hearken to the voice of the exactor of tribute.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.