It laughs at fear and is not dismayed; it does not turn back from the sword.
It deals cruelly with its young, as if they were not its own; though its labor should be in vain, yet it has no fear;
When it spreads its plumes aloft, it laughs at the horse and its rider.
It paws violently, exults mightily; it goes out to meet the weapons.
Upon it rattle the quiver, the flashing spear, and the javelin.
On earth it has no equal, a creature without fear.
The crack of whip and rumble of wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!