The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the javelin.
He mocks at fear, and is not frightened; neither turns he back from the sword.
He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: neither does he halt at the sound of the trumpet.
The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariots shall be with flaming torches in the day of his preparation, and the cypress trees shall be terribly shaken.