The range of the mountains is his pasture,\par\tab And he searcheth after every green thing.
Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee;\par\tab He eateth grass as an ox.
And every thing whereupon any part of their carcass falleth shall be unclean; whether oven, or range for pots, it shall be broken in pieces: they are unclean, and shall be unclean unto you.
He scorneth the tumult of the city,\par\tab Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee?\par\tab Or will he abide by thy crib?
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?\par\tab Or loweth the ox over his fodder?