here is your fate— cracking whips, churning wheels; galloping horses, roaring chariots;
When you hear the thunder of horses and chariots, your courage will vanish, and parents will even abandon their own children.
Sisera's horses galloped off, their hoofs thundering in retreat.
The boots of marching warriors and the blood-stained uniforms have been fed to flames and eaten by fire.
They look like horses and charge like cavalry.
They roar over mountains like noisy chariots, or a mighty army ready for battle. They are a forest fire that feasts on straw.