19Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?20Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.21He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.22He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.23The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.24He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.25He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.