He despiseth fear; he turneth not his back to the sword.
When time shall be, she setteth up her wings on high: she scorneth the horse and his rider.
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers. She hath laboured in vain, no fear constraining her.
He breaketh up the earth with his hoof; he pranceth boldly; he goeth forward to meet armed men.
Above him shall the quiver rattle; the spear and shield shall glitter.
The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the neighing horse, and of the running chariot, and of the horsemen coming up,