Job 39

I lor figli son gagliardi, crescono per le biade, Escono fuori, e non ritornano più a quelle.

Sus hijos están sanos, crecen con el pasto: salen y no vuelven á ellas.

He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.

He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.