“Do you give the horse its might? Do you clothe its neck with mane?
When it spreads its plumes aloft, it laughs at the horse and its rider.
Do you make it leap like the locust? Its majestic snorting is terrible.
When the trumpet sounds, it says ‘Aha!’ From a distance it smells the battle, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
In its neck abides strength, and terror dances before it.
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty,
His delight is not in the strength of the horse nor his pleasure in the speed of a runner,
The war horse is a vain hope for victory, and by its great might it cannot save.
The Lord is king; he is robed in majesty; the Lord is robed; he is girded with strength. He has established the world; it shall never be moved;
Then Moses and the Israelites sang this song to the Lord: “I will sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously; horse and rider he has thrown into the sea.
James son of Zebedee and John the brother of James (to whom he gave the name Boanerges, that is, Sons of Thunder),
Then loud beat the horses’ hoofs with the galloping, galloping of his steeds.