Canst thou number the months that they fulfill? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their sorrows.
a wild ass used to the wilderness, that snuffeth up the wind in her desire; in her occasion who can turn her away? all they that seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they shall find her.