he runs at him with a stiff neck, with the thick shields of his bucklers;

It makes its tail stiff like a cedar, the sinews of its thighs are tightly wound.

And a breath was moving over my face; the hair of my flesh became stiff:

In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

I was at ease, but he has broken me asunder: he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

My clothing is distorted with great force;
He chokes me by the neck of my garment.