"Do you give a horse its strength, or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust striking terror with his proud snorting?
He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing. He does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance.
In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground;
he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds."
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