18 When she lifts herself to flee she laughs at the horse and its rider.
19 “Do you give the horse its strength? Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
20 Do you cause him to leap like locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying!
21 He paws in the valley and exalting in his strength he charges into the fray.
22 He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not recoil from the sword.
23 On him the quiver rattles; the spear and javelin flash.
24 With quaking and excitement, he swallows up the ground. He cannot stand still when the shofar sounds.