But as soon as she springs up, she laughs at the horse and its rider.

Can you play with it, like a bird, or tie it on a leash for your girls?

You will laugh at destruction and famine and need not be afraid of the beasts of the earth.

If I smiled at them, they hardly believed it; and they did not cause the light of my face to darken.

It scorns the tumult in the town; it does not hear the shouts of a driver.

It laughs at fear and is not dismayed; it does not shy away from the sword.

A club is counted as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.

For the hills bring it food, where all the wild animals play.

“But now they mock me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I disdained too much to put with my sheep dogs.