The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches for all that is green.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
searches the hills for food and seeks any green sprout.
He looks around the mountains of his pasture, and he searches everywhere for green plants.
He looketh round about the mountains of his pasture, and seeketh for every green thing.
He laughs at the commotion of the city; he does not hear the shouts of the driver.
Would the wild ox be pleased to serve you? Or spend the night by your feeding trough?
See now, Behĕmoth, which I made along with you – he eats grass like an ox.
Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass, or does the ox bellow over its fodder?
‘And on whatever any of their carcass falls becomes unclean – an oven or cooking range – it is broken down. They are unclean, and are unclean to you.