“Will the wild ox agree to serve you and stay by your feeding box at night?
Can you hold it to the plowed row with a harness so it will plow the valleys for you?
It roams the hills looking for pasture, looking for anything green to eat.
Rescue me from the lion’s mouth; save me from the horns of the bulls.
He makes the land of Lebanon dance like a calf and Mount Hermon jump like a baby bull.
But you have made me as strong as an ox. You have poured fine oils on me.
An ox knows its master, and a donkey knows where its owner feeds it, but the people of Israel do not know me; my people do not understand.”
The oxen will be killed, and the cattle and the strong bulls. The land will be filled with their blood, and the dirt will be covered with their fat.
God brought them out of Egypt; they are as strong as a wild ox.
Joseph has the majesty of a firstborn bull; he is as strong as a wild ox. He will stab other nations, even those nations far away. These are the ten thousands of Ephraim, and these are the thousands of Manasseh.”