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Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible.
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He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; he goeth on to meet the armed men.
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He mocketh at fear, and is not frightened, neither turneth he back from the sword.
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The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
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He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage, neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
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He saith among the trumpets, `Ha, ha!' And he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
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"Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
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Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
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She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock and the strong place.
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From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
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Her young ones also suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is she."