The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.
Will the unicorn be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib?
Behold now behemoth, which I made with you; he eats grass as an ox.
Does the wild ass bray when he has grass? or lows the ox over his fodder?
And every thing whereupon any part of their carcass falls shall be unclean; whether it be oven, or ranges for pots, they shall be broken down: for they are unclean and shall be unclean to you.