HAST thou given spirit to the horse? Hast 

 thou clothed his neck with a mane? Canst 

 thou make him bound as a locust ? The majesty 

 of his snorting is terrible. He panteth in the 

 valleys and exulteth; he goeth on to meet the 

 armed men. He mocketh at fear, and trembleth ; 

 nor turneth he back from the sword. Against 

 him rattleth the quiver, the glittering spear and 

 shield. He devours the ground with fierceness 

 and rage, and is impatient when the trumpet 

 soundeth. He uttereth among the trumpets, 

 Ha! ha! He smelleth the battle afar ofif, the 

 thunder of the captains and the shouting. 



— Translation from the Book of Job, 



By DR. THOMAS SCOTT. 



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