Job 39:7
“He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.”
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.
He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
Related Verses
“What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.”
“What man is like Job, who drinketh up scorning like water?”
“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.”
“He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.”
“And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.”