When time shall be, she setteth up her wings on high: she scorneth the horse and his rider.
He despiseth fear; he turneth not his back to the sword.
He scorneth the multitude of the city, he heareth not the cry of the driver.
In destruction and famine then shalt laugh: and thou shalt not be afraid of the beasts of the earth.
This is the word, that the Lord hath spoken of him: The virgin the daughter of Sion hath despised thee, and laughed thee to scorn: the daughter of Jerusalem hath wagged her head behind thy back.
For God hath deprived her of wisdom: neither hath he given her understanding.
Wilt thou give strength to the horse, or clothe his neck with neighing?