The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
“Look now at the behemoth which I made along with you; he eats grass like an ox.
Everything on which any part of their carcass falls shall be unclean; whether it is an oven or stove, it shall be broken to pieces. They are unclean and shall be unclean to you.
He scorns the multitude in the city and does not regard the shouts of the driver.
“Will the wild ox be willing to serve you or spend the night by your manger?
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or the ox bellow over his fodder?