¹¹ They give drink to every beast of the field; The wild asses quench their thirst.

⁵ Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

⁶ Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

⁷ He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

⁸ The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.

¹³ He watereth the mountains from his chambers: The earth is filled with the fruit of thy works.

¹⁶ Thou openest thy hand, And satisfiest the desire of every living thing.