Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

Wherefore do, lawless men, live, advance in years, even wax mighty in power?

The ass of the fatherless, they drive off, they take in pledge the ox of the widow;

Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?

Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that - with the ridge - shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?

Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass - like the ox, he eateth;