The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches for 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 stay by your feeding crib?
Behold now Behemoth, which I made with you; he eats grass like an ox.
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? or does the ox low over his fodder?
And every thing upon which any part of their carcass falls shall be unclean; whether it be oven, or ranges for pots, they shall be broken in pieces: for they are unclean, and shall be unclean to you.