RSV:
“Do you
give the horse his might?
Do you clothe
his neck with strength?
Do you make
him leap like the locust?
His
majestic snorting is terrible.
He paws in
the valley, and exults in his strength;
he goes out
to meet the weapons.
He laughs
at fear, and is not dismayed;
he does not
turn back from the sword.
Upon him
rattle the quiver,
the
flashing spear and the javelin.
With
fierceness and rage he swallows the ground;
he cannot
stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
When the
trumpet sounds, he says ‘Aha!’
He smells
the battle from afar,
the thunder
of the captains, and the shouting.
KJV:
Hast thou
given the horse strength?
hast thou
clothed his neck with thunder?
Canst thou
make him afraid as a grasshopper?
the glory
of his nostrils is terrible.
He paweth
in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength:
he goeth on
to meet the armed men.
He mocketh
at fear, and is not affrighted;
neither
turneth he back from the sword.
The quiver
rattleth against him,
the
glittering spear and the shield.
He
swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage:
neither
believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
He saith
among the trumpets, Ha, ha;
and he
smelleth the battle afar off,
the thunder
of the captains, and the shouting.
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