Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck `with' a mane?
At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting `is' terrible.
Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.
In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.
Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
A false thing `is' the horse for safety, And by the abundance of his strength He doth not deliver.
Jehovah hath reigned, Excellency He hath put on, Jehovah put on strength, He girded Himself, Also -- established is the world, unmoved.
Then singeth Moses and the sons of Israel this song to Jehovah, and they speak, saying: -- `I sing to Jehovah, For triumphing He hath triumphed; The horse and its rider He hath thrown into the sea.
and James of Zebedee, and John the brother of James, and he put on them names -- Boanerges, that is, `Sons of thunder;'
Then broken were the horse-heels, By pransings -- pransings of its mighty ones.