The noiseof the whip,The noiseof the rattlingof the wheel,GallopinghorsesAnd boundingchariots!
For everybootof the bootedwarriorin the [battle] tumult,And cloakrolledin blood,will be for burning,fuelfor the fire.
"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 appearanceis like the appearanceof horses;And like war horses,sothey run.
With a noiseas of chariotsThey leapon the topsof the mountains,Like the cracklingof a flameof fireconsumingthe stubble,Like a mightypeoplearrangedfor battle.
"Thenthe horses'hoofsbeatFrom the dashing,the dashingof his valiantsteeds.
