"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.