The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.
The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the spears are shaken terribly.