39:7 He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
39:8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
39:9 Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
39:10 Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
39:11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
39:12 Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?
39:13 Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
39:14 Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
39:15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
39:16 She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not her's: her labour is in vain without fear;