18. What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
19. Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?
20. Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
21. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.
22. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
23. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.