Rotherham(i)
19 Couldst thou give––to the Horse––strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
21 He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
22 He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
23 Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground,––he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;