The crack of whips, the clatter of wheels, galloping horses and jolting chariots!
Every warrior’s boot used in battle and every garment rolled in blood will be destined for burning, will be fuel for the fire.
at the sound of the hooves of galloping steeds, at the noise of enemy chariots and the rumble of their wheels. Parents will not turn to help their children; their hands will hang limp.
They have the appearance of horses; they gallop along like cavalry.
With a noise like that of chariots they leap over the mountaintops, like a crackling fire consuming stubble, like a mighty army drawn up for battle.
Then thundered the horses’ hooves— galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.