2. Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
3. They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.
4. Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.
5. Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,
6. Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?
7. He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.