23. The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
24. He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage; the sound of the shofar does not trouble him;
25. for the blasts of the shofar fill him with courage; he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the princes and the sound of the battle-cry.
26. Does the hawk fly by thy industry and stretch her wings toward the south?
27. Does the eagle mount up at thy command and make her nest on high?
28. She dwells and abides on the rock upon the crag of the rock and the strong place.
29. From there she seeks food, and her eyes behold afar off.
30. Her young ones suck up the blood; and wherever the slain are, there she is.