Leeser(i)
19 Dost thou give the horse strength? dost thou clothe his neck with the rolling mane?
20 Canst thou make him jump like a locust? his majestic snort is terrible.
21 Men spy about in the valley, and he rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth forth to meet the armed array.
22 He laugheth at fear, and is not dismayed; and turneth not back from before the sword.
23 Over him rattle the quiver, the glittering spear and the lance.
24 With impatient noise and rage he holloweth with his hoof the ground, and keepeth not quiet when the cornet’s voice is heard.
25 Midst the sound of the cornet he uttereth his joyful neigh; and from afar he perceiveth the battle, the loud call of the captains, and the battle-cry.—