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When she lifts herself on high, She scorns the horse and its rider.
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"Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with thunder?
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Can you frighten him like a locust? His majestic snorting strikes terror.
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He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; He gallops into the clash of arms.
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He mocks at fear, and is not frightened; Nor does he turn back from the sword.
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The quiver rattles against him, The glittering spear and javelin.
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He devours the distance with fierceness and rage; Nor does he come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded.
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At the blast of the trumpet he says, 'Aha!' He smells the battle from afar, The thunder of captains and shouting.
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"Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, And spread its wings toward the south?
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Does the eagle mount up at your command, And make its nest on high?
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On the rocks it dwells and resides, On the crag of the rock and the stronghold.