He ranges the mountains as his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
He scorns the tumult of the city; he hears not the shouts of the driver.
“Is the wild ox willing to serve you? Will he spend the night at your crib?
“Behold, Behemoth, which I made as I made you; he eats grass like an ox.
Does the wild ass bray when he has grass, or the ox low over his fodder?
And everything upon which any part of their carcass falls shall be unclean; whether oven or stove, it shall be broken in pieces; they are unclean, and shall be unclean to you.