18. What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.
19. Hast thou given the horse his might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20. Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
21. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.
22. He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
23. The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.