18 When she lifts up herself on high, She scorns the horse and his rider.
19 'Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
20 Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: He goes out to meet the armed men.
22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.
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