He laughs at fear, and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.
She deals cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers; though her labor be in vain, yet she has no fear;
When she rouses herself to flee, she laughs at the horse and his rider.
He paws in the valley, and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons.
Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear and the javelin.
Upon earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.
The crack of whip, and rumble of wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!