The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches for all that is green.
He laughs at the commotion of the city; he does not hear the shouts of the driver.
Would the wild ox be pleased to serve you? Or spend the night by your feeding trough?
See now, Behĕ
Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass, or does the ox bellow over its fodder?
‘And on whatever any of their carcass falls becomes unclean – an oven or cooking range – it is broken down. They are unclean, and are unclean to you.