When she lifts herself on high, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
Clubs are reckoned as straw, he laughs at the rattle of a lance.
He laughs at fear, and is not frightened; nor does he turn back from the sword.
He laughs at the commotion of the city; he does not hear the shouts of the driver.
At destruction and at starvation you laugh, and you have no fear of the beasts of the earth.
“This is the word which יהוה has spoken concerning him, ‘The maiden, the daughter of Tsiyon, has despised you, mocked you; the daughter of Yerushalayim has shaken her head behind you!
because Eloah has made her forget wisdom, and did not endow her with understanding.
Have you given the horse strength? Have you covered his neck with a mane?