American Standard Version
"He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver. "
— Job 39:7, American Standard Version
“He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying 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 become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,
Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?
He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?