ECB(i)
19 Give you the horse might? - enrobe his neck with thunder?
20 - quiver him as a locust? The majesty of his nostrils is terror.
21 He digs in the valley and rejoices in his force; he goes on to confront the armour.
22 He ridicules dread and is not dismayed; he turns not back from the face of the sword;
23 the quiver whizzes against him - the flaming spear and the dart:
24 he swallows the earth with quaking and commotion; he trusts not the voice of the shophar.
25 He says among the shophars, Aha! And he scents the war afar off - the thunder of the governors and the shouting.