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