2 Can you count the months that they fulfill?Or do you know the time when they give birth?
3 They bow themselves, they bear their young.They end their labor pains.
4 Their young ones become strong.They grow up in the open field.They go out, and don’t return again.
5 “Who has set the wild donkey free?Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
6 Whose home I have made the wilderness,and the salt land his dwelling place?
7 He scorns the tumult of the city,neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture,He searches after every green thing.