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When she rouses herself to flee, she laughs at the horse and his rider.
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"Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with strength?
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Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.
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He paws in the valley, and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons.
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He laughs at fear, and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.
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Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear and the javelin.
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With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
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When the trumpet sounds, he says 'Aha!' He smells the battle from afar, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
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"Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and spreads his 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 rock he dwells and makes his home in the fastness of the rocky crag.