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

Though while still, in its freshness, it be not plucked off, yet, before any kind of grass, it doth wither:

To satisfy the wild and the wilderness, to cause to spring forth the meadow of young grass?

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

I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour.