^{5 Ref} Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

^{6 Ref} Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,

^{7 Ref} He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

^{8 Ref} The range of mountains `is' his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.