Can thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Bind the chariot to the swift steed, O inhabitant of Lachish. She was the beginning of sin to the daughter of Zion, for the transgressions of Israel were found in thee.
The plowers plowed upon my back. They made long their furrows.
Will thou play with him as with a bird? Or will thou bind him for thy maidens?
He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shoutings of the driver.
Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey
that there came a messenger to Job, and said, The oxen were plowing, and the donkeys feeding beside them,
God brings them forth out of Egypt. He has as it were the strength of the wild-ox.
Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
Will thou trust him because his strength is great? Or will thou leave to him thy labor?