7 He scorns the tumult of the city,neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture,He searches after every green thing.
9 “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 labour?
12 Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed,and gather the grain of your threshing floor?
13 “The wings of the ostrich wave proudly;but are they the feathers and plumage of love?