18 When she rouses herself to flee,she laughs at the horse and his rider.
19 “Do you give the horse his might?Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
20 Do you make him leap like the locust?His majestic snorting is terrifying.
21 He paws in the valley and exults in his strength;he goes out to meet the weapons.
22 He laughs at fear and is not dismayed;he does not turn back from the sword.
23 Upon him rattle the quiver,the flashing spear, and the javelin.
24 With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground;he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.