The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed. Neither does he turn back from the sword.
He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage, nor does he believe that it is the voice of the trumpet.
The shield of his mighty men is made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the cypress [spears] are brandished.