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He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.
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The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
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He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, Neither does he stand still at the sound of the shofar.
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As often as the shofar sounds he snorts, 'Aha!' He smells the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
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"Is it by your wisdom that the netz soars, And stretches her wings toward the south?
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Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, And makes his nest on high?
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On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, On the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
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From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
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His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."