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

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

He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

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“Who let the wild donkey(A) go free?
    Who untied its ropes?
I gave it the wasteland(B) as its home,
    the salt flats(C) as its habitat.(D)
It laughs(E) at the commotion in the town;
    it does not hear a driver’s shout.(F)

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