He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed. Neither does he turn back from the sword.
Upon earth there is not his like who is made without fear.
The time she lifts up herself on high she scorns the horse and his rider.
She deals hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor be in vain, [she is] without fear,
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, and prancing horses, and bounding chariots,