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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?

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It laughs(A) at the commotion in the town;
    it does not hear a driver’s shout.(B)
It ranges the hills(C) for its pasture
    and searches for any green thing.

“Will the wild ox(D) consent to serve you?(E)
    Will it stay by your manger(F) at night?

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