^{19 Ref} Hast thou given the horse `his' might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

^{20 Ref} Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

^{21 Ref} He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.

^{22 Ref} He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

^{23 Ref} The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.

^{24 Ref} He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

^{25 Ref} As oft as the trumpet `soundeth' he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.