7He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
7He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
4 Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up in the open field; they go forth, and return not again,
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 salt land his dwelling place.
7 He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
9 Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? or will he abide 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 laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts 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.