He will laugh at fear, and he will not be dismayed; and he will not turn back from the face of the sword.
She made hard to her sons as not to her: her labor in vain without fear;
For the time she will lash herself up upon height, she will laugh at the horse and at his rider.
They will dig in the valley, and he will rejoice in strength: he will go forth to the meeting of the weapon.
The quiver will give forth a whizzing against him, the flame of the spear and the javelin.
None upon the dust being like him; he made him without fear.
The voice of the whip and the voice of the shaking of the wheel, and the horse moving swiftly, and the chariot bounding.