*Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
Have you made him to leap as a arbeh? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
As often as the shofar sounds he snorts, 'Aha!' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Bless the LORD, my soul. The LORD, my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty.
He doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
A horse is a vain thing for safety, neither does he deliver any by his great power.
The LORD reigns! He is clothed with majesty! The LORD is armed with strength. The world also is established. It can't be moved.
Then Moshe and the children of Yisra'el sang this song to the LORD, and said, *I will sing to the LORD, for he has triumphed gloriously. The horse and his rider he has thrown into the sea.
Ya`akov Ben-Zavdai; Yochanan, the brother of Ya`akov, and he surnamed them Benei-Regesh, which means, Sons of Thunder;
Then the horse hoofs stamped becaus of the prancings, the prancings of their strong ones.