18 Yet when she spreads her wings high,she laughs at a horse and rider.
19 Do you give the horse his strength,and clothe his neck with a mane?
20 Do you make him quiver like a locust,while his thunderous snorting spreads terror?
21 He paws the valley, he rejoices in his strength,and charges into battle.
22 He laughs at fear and cannot be terrified;he does not retreat from the sword.
23 Around him rattles the quiver,flashes the spear and the javelin.
24 Frenzied and trembling he devours the ground;he does not hold back at the sound of the trumpet;