7He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
7He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
4 Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.
5 Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?
6 Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,
7 He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
8 The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.
9 Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth 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 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 scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
39:7He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.