Have you given the horse strength?
Have you clothed his neck with thunder?
Can you frighten him like a locust?
His majestic snorting strikes terror.
He paws in the valley,
and rejoices in his strength;
He gallops into the clash of arms,
He mocks at fear, and is not frightened;
nor does he turn back from the sword.
The quiver rattles against him,
the glittering spear and javelin.
He devours the distance with fierceness and rage;
nor does he come to a halt
because the trumpet has sounded.
At the blast of the trumpet he says, 'Aha!'
He smells the battle from afar,
the thunder of captains and shouting.