At the blast of the trumpet1 he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.226
"Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread his wings toward the south?327
Does the eagle soar at your command and build his nest on high?428
He dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag5 is his stronghold.
From there he seeks out his food;6 his eyes detect it from afar.
His young ones feast on blood, and where the slain are, there is he."7