¹¹ They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst.

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

⁶ Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,

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.

¹³ Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.

¹⁶ Opening Thy hand, and satisfying The desire of every living thing.