One day you will know .

One day a man named Hiob complained to God for his misfortune when God asked him : Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a falow mane? Do you make him leap like a locust striling terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray.  He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword.  The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance.  In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.  At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.