Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear and the javelin.
He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.
With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
The shield of his mighty men is red; his soldiers are clothed in scarlet. The chariots come with flashing metal on the day he musters them; the cypress spears are brandished.