3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones,they cast out their sorrows.
4 Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn;they go forth, and return not unto them.
5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free?Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
6 whose house I have made the wilderness,and the barren land his dwellings.
7 He scorneth the multitude of the city,neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture,and he searcheth after every green thing.
9 Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee,or abide by thy crib?