Do you make him leap like a locust,1 striking terror2 with his proud snorting?321
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength,4 and charges into the fray.522
He laughs6 at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver7 rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear8 and lance.
In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.925
At the blast of the trumpet10 he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.1126
"Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread his wings toward the south?1227
Does the eagle soar at your command and build his nest on high?1328
He dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag14 is his stronghold.
From there he seeks out his food;15 his eyes detect it from afar.
His young ones feast on blood, and where the slain are, there is he."16