18. Yet when she spreads her feathers to run,she laughs at horse and rider.
19. ‘Do you give the horse its strengthor clothe its neck with a flowing mane?
20. Do you make it leap like a locust,striking terror with its proud snorting?
21. It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength,and charges into the fray.
22. It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing;it does not shy away from the sword.
23. The quiver rattles against its side,along with the flashing spear and lance.
24. In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground;it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.