Job 39: 19-25

Hast thou given the horse his might?
Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

Hast thou made him to leap as a locust?
The glory of his snorting is terrible.

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength.
He goeth out to meet the armed men.

He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

The quiver rattleth against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage;

Neither believeth that it is the voice of the trumpet.

As oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha!
And he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.