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“Who gives the wild donkey its freedom?
    Who untied its ropes?
I have placed it in the wilderness;
    its home is the wasteland.
It hates the noise of the city
    and has no driver to shout at it.
The mountains are its pastureland,
    where it searches for every blade of grass.

“Will the wild ox consent to being tamed?
    Will it spend the night in your stall?
10 Can you hitch a wild ox to a plow?
    Will it plow a field for you?
11 Given its strength, can you trust it?
    Can you leave and trust the ox to do your work?
12 Can you rely on it to bring home your grain
    and deliver it to your threshing floor?

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Wild donkey

Who freed the wild donkey,
        loosed the ropes of the onager
    to whom I gave the desert as home,
        his dwelling place in the salt flats?
He laughs at the clamor of the town,
        doesn’t hear the driver’s shout,
    searches the hills for food
        and seeks any green sprout.

Wild ox

Will the wild ox agree to be your slave,
    or will it spend the night in your crib?
10 Can you bind it with a rope to a plowed row;
    will it plow the valley behind you?
11 Will you trust it because its strength is great
    so that you can leave your work to it?
12 Can you rely on it to bring back your grain
    to gather into your threshing floor?

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