Job 39:18-25

When she flaps her wings high, she laughs at horse and rider. Did you give strength to the horse, clothe his neck with a mane, cause him to leap like a locust, his majestic snorting, a fright? He paws in the valley, prances proudly, charges at battle weapons, laughs at fear, unafraid. He doesn’t turn away from the sword; a quiver of arrows flies by him, flashing spear and dagger. Excitedly, trembling, he swallows the ground; can’t stand still at a trumpet’s blast. At a trumpet’s sound, he says, “Aha!” smells the battle from afar, hears officers’ shouting and the battle cry.