Hast thou given the horse strength ? hast thou clothed his 

 neck with thunder? 



Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of 

 his nostrils is terrible. 



He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : he 

 goeth on to meet the armed men. 



He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he 

 back from the sword. 



The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the 

 shield. 



He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage : neither 

 believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. 



He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha ; and smelleth the 

 battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. 



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