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Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?
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Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,
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He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
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The range of mountains [is] his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.
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Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?
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Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow [with] his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?
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Dost thou trust in him because great [is] his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?
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Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And [to] thy threshing-floor doth gather [it]?
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The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.
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For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,
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And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.