He seeks out mountains for his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
Now behold behemoth, which I made along with you; he eats grass like an ox;
And every thing on which any part of their dead body falls shall be unclean; whether it is the oven, or ranges for pots, they shall be broken down. They are unclean, and shall be unclean to you.
He scorns the turmoil of the city; he does not hear the driver's shouts.
Will the wild ox be willing to serve you, or spend the night by your feed-trough?
Does the wild ass bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?