he mocks at fear and is not terrified; and he does not turn back from the sword.
she treats her young roughly, as if not hers; for her labor is vanity without fear;
At the time she lifts up on high, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
He paws in the valley and he rejoices in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons;
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
There is nothing like him on earth, one made without fear.
The sound of a whip, and the sound of rattling of a wheel, and a galloping horse, and of a bounding chariot.