When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly.
He smells the battle from a distance;
he hears the officers’ shouts and the battle cry.

Distress and anguish make him afraid; they prevail against him, as a king ready for the battle.

Which I have reserved for the time of distress, for the day of battle and war?

Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, do no more!

In famine He will redeem you from death,
and in battle, from the power of the sword.

He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength;
He charges into battle.