Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;

Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.

Wherefore do the wicked live, Become old, yea, wax mighty in power?

Their ox is ready at all times to give seed; their cow gives birth, without dropping her young.

They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow's ox for a pledge.

How their young ones grow up and wax great through good feeding?

Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?

Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

Can you trust the wild ox to harvest your grain
and bring it to your threshing floor?

Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.