Their appearance is like the appearance of horses; And like swift steeds, so they run.
The shape of the locusts was like horses prepared for battle. On their heads were crowns of something like gold, and their faces were like the faces of men.
Then the horses’ hooves pounded, The galloping, galloping of his steeds.
The noise of a whip And the noise of rattling wheels, Of galloping horses, Of clattering chariots!