The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
*Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
*See now, behemot, which I made as well as you. He eats grass as an ox.
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?
Everything whereupon part of their carcass falls shall be unclean; whether oven, or range for pots, it shall be broken in pieces: they are unclean, and shall be unclean to you.