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?
10 Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow 'with' his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?
11 Dost thou trust in him because great 'is' his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?
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