“Does the wild donkey bray over his grass,
Or does the ox low over his fodder?

“His ox mates without fail;
His cow calves and does not abort.

“They drive away the donkeys of the orphans;
They take the widow’s ox for a pledge.

“Will the wild ox consent to serve you,
Or will he spend the night at your manger?

“Can you bind the wild ox in a furrow with ropes,
Or will he harrow the valleys after you?

“Behold now, Behemoth, which I made as well as you;
He eats grass like an ox.