Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and return not again.
They bow themselves. They bring forth their young. They cast out their pains.
Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey
and to every beast of the earth, and to every bird of the heavens, and to everything that creeps upon the earth in which there is life, for food--every green herb. And it was so.