He ranges the mountains as his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
“Behold, Behemoth, which I made as I made you; he eats grass like an ox.
And everything on which any part of their carcass falls shall be unclean. Whether oven or stove, it shall be broken in pieces. They are unclean and shall remain unclean for you.
He scorns the tumult of the city; he hears not the shouts of the driver.
“Is the wild ox willing to serve you? Will he spend the night at your manger?
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass, or the ox low over his fodder?