18What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.19Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?20Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.#terrible: Heb. terror21He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.#He paweth: or, His feet dig#the armed…: Heb. the armour22He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.23The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.24He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.25He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.