He paws in the valley.

“Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with a mane?

Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying.

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”