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20 Whether thou shalt raise him as locusts? The glory of his nostrils is dreaded. (Hast thou made that horse as frightening as a horde of locusts? The glory of his nostrils is fearful indeed!)

21 He diggeth [the] earth with his foot, he full out joyeth; and he goeth boldly against [the] armed men.

22 He despiseth fearedfulness, and he giveth not stead to [the] sword.

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