American King James Version
"He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver. "
— Job 39:7, American King James Version
“He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.”
“He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver. ”
“He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.”
“It scorns the tumult in the town; it does not hear the shouts of a driver.”
“He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of the driver.”
“He makes sport of the noise of the town; the voice of the driver does not come to his ears;”
“He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.”
Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not to them.
Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass?
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.
He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
Will the unicorn be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib?
Can you bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after you?