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Job 39:7 - Revised Version 1885

He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

He scorneth the multitude of the city, Neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

He scorns the tumult of the city and hears not the shoutings of the taskmaster.

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American Standard Version (1901)

He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

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Common English Bible

He laughs at the clamor of the town, doesn’t hear the driver’s shout,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

He despises the crowded city; he does not pay attention to the bellow of the tax collector.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of the driver.

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Job 39:7
9 Tagairtí Cros  

There the prisoners are at ease together; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster


Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?


What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider


Whose house I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling place.


The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.


Go therefore now, and work; for there shall no straw be given you, yet shall ye deliver the tale of bricks.


For thus saith the LORD unto me, Like as when the lion growleth and the young lion over his prey, if a multitude of shepherds be called forth against him, he will not be dismayed at their voice, nor abase himself for the noise of them: so shall the LORD of hosts come down to fight upon mount Zion, and upon the hill thereof.


Wherefore have we fasted, say they, and thou seest not? wherefore have we afflicted our soul, and thou takest no knowledge? Behold, in the day of your fast ye find your own pleasure, and exact all your labours.