7He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
7He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and don't return again.
5 |Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
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?
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 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 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.