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