2 Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They end their labor pains.
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, 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 hears he the shouting of the driver.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
