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“Who has set the wild donkey free?
    Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
whose home I have made the wilderness,
    and the salt land his dwelling place?
He scorns the tumult of the city,
    neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
The range of the mountains is his pasture,
    He searches after every green thing.

“Will the wild ox be content to serve you?
    Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness?
    Or will he till the valleys after you?
11 Will you trust him, because his strength is great?
    Or will you leave to him your labor?
12 Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed,
    and gather the grain of your threshing floor?

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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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