Hast Thou Given the Horse His Might? — Job 39:23–30

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

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage;
Neither believeth he 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.

Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth,
And stretcheth her wings toward the south?

Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up,
And maketh her nest on high?

On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home,
Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

From thence she spieth out the prey;
Her eyes behold it afar off.

Her young ones also suck up blood:
And where the slain are, there is she.