7He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver;
7He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver;
4 Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go forth, and return not unto them.
5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? and who hath loosed the bands of the onager,
6 Whose house I made the wilderness, and the salt plain his dwellings?
7 He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver;
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
9 Will the buffalo be willing to serve thee, or will he lodge by thy crib?
39:7He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
39:7He laughs at the commotion in the town; he does not hear a driver's shout.
39:7He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of the driver.
39:7He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
39:7He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
39:7He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
39:7He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
39:7He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
39:7He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.