18 When she flaps her wings high,she laughs at horse and rider.
19 Did you give strength to the horse,clothe his neck with a mane,
20 cause him to leap like a locust,his majestic snorting, a fright?
21 He paws in the valley, prances proudly,charges at battle weapons,
22 laughs at fear, unafraid.He doesn’t turn away from the sword;
23 a quiver of arrows flies by him,flashing spear and dagger.
24 Excitedly, trembling, he swallows the ground;can’t stand still at a trumpet’s blast.