He laughs at the clamor of the town, doesn’t hear the driver’s shout,
He scorneth the multitude of the city, Neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.
He scorns the tumult of the city and hears not the shoutings of the taskmaster.
He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
He despises the crowded city; he does not pay attention to the bellow of the tax collector.
He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of the driver.
