He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labor is in vain without fear;
What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.
The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
the noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the prancing horses, and of the jumping chariots.