“Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.
“He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; He goes out to meet the weapons.
“He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; And he does not turn back from the sword.
“The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and javelin.
“With shaking and rage he races over the ground, And he does not stand still at the voice of the trumpet.