It ranges the mountains as its pasture, and it searches after every green thing.
It scorns the tumult of the city; it does not hear the shouts of the driver.
“Is the wild ox willing to serve you? Will it spend the night at your crib?
“Look at Behemoth, which I made just as I made you; it eats grass like an ox.
Does the wild ass bray over its grass or the ox low over its fodder?
Everything on which any part of the carcass falls shall be unclean; whether an oven or stove, it shall be broken in pieces; they are unclean and shall remain unclean for you.