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 the him,
the glittering spear and the shield.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage;
neither believeth he that is the sound of the trumpets, Ha, ha,
and he smelleth the battle afar off,
the thunder of the captains,
and the shouting
Job 39:19-25 King James Version
classification: The Good Earth
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