The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
he mocks at fear and is not terrified; and he does not turn back from the sword.
He swallows the ground with quivering and trembling, and he does not stand still for the sound of the rams’ horn.
The shield of his mighty ones has become red, the sons of strength are clothed in scarlet, the chariots will flame like iron torches in the day of preparation, and the cypresses are made to quiver.