“Can you count the months they fulfill,
Or do you know the time they give birth?
“They kneel down, they bring forth their young,
They get rid of their labor pains.
“Their offspring become strong, they grow up in the open field;
They leave and do not return to them.

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Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.

Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.

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