Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,
Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?
He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
I said in my heart, (It is) because of the sons of men, that God may prove them, and that they may see that they themselves are (but as) beasts.