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

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

Trouble and distress terrify him,
overwhelming him like a king prepared for battle.

which I hold in reserve for times of trouble,
for the day of warfare and battle?

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

Lay a hand on him.
You will remember the battle
and never repeat it!