The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is 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 fir trees shall be terribly shaken.