Its arrowsare sharpand allits bowsare bent;The hoofsof its horsesseemlike flintand its [chariot] wheelslike a whirlwind.
Sharparrowsof the warrior,With the [burning] coalsof the broomtree.
Your arrowsare sharp;The peoplesfallunderYou; [Your arrows are] in the heartof the King'senemies.
And [their] bowswill mowdownthe youngmen,They will not even havecompassionon the fruitof the womb,[Nor] will their eyepitychildren.
The oracleconcerning the wildernessof the sea.As windstormsin the Negevsweepon, It comesfrom the wilderness,from a terrifyingland.
For behold,the LORDwill comein fireAnd His chariotslike the whirlwind,To renderHis angerwith fury,And His rebukewith flamesof fire.
"Behold,he goesup like clouds,And his chariotslike the whirlwind;His horsesare swifterthaneagles.Woeto us, for we are ruined!"
"Becauseof the noiseof the gallopinghoofsof his stallions,The tumultof his chariots,[and] the rumblingof his wheels,The fathershave not turnedbackfor [their] children,Becauseof the limpnessof [their] hands,
"Their quiveris like an opengrave,Allof them are mightymen.
"With the hoofsof his horseshe will trampleallyour streets.He will slayyour peoplewith the sword;and your strongpillarswill comedownto the ground.
"You will goup, you will comelike a storm;you will be like a cloudcoveringthe land,you and allyour troops,and manypeopleswith you."
"At the endtimethe kingof the Southwill collidewith him, and the kingof the Northwill stormagainsthim with chariots,with horsemenand with manyships;and he will entercountries,overflow[them] and passthrough.
"Ariseand thresh,daughterof Zion,For your hornI will makeironAnd your hoofsI will makebronze,That you may pulverizemanypeoples,That you may devoteto the LORDtheir unjustgainAnd their wealthto the Lordof allthe earth.
The noiseof the whip,The noiseof the rattlingof the wheel,GallopinghorsesAnd boundingchariots!
"Thenthe horses'hoofsbeatFrom the dashing,the dashingof his valiantsteeds.
