It ranges the hills as its pasture, and searches after every green plant.
It scorns the tumult in the town; it does not hear the shouts of a driver.
Is the wild ox willing to be your servant? Will it spend the night at your feeding trough?
“Look now at Behemoth, which I made as I made you; it eats grass like the ox.
“Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass? Or does the ox low near its fodder?
Anything their carcass may fall on will become unclean. An oven or small stove must be smashed to pieces; they are unclean, and they will stay unclean to you.