His horses shall be so many that their dust shall cover you. At the noise of cavalry, wheels, and chariots your very walls shall shake when he enters your gates like those entering a breached city.
Your riches, your wares, your merchandise, your sailors and your pilots, your caulkers, your dealers in merchandise, and all your warriors within you, with all the company that is with you, sink into the heart of the seas on the day of your ruin.
I made the nations quake at the sound of its fall, when I cast it down to Sheol with those who go down to the Pit, and all the trees of Eden, the choice and best of Lebanon, all that were well watered, were consoled in the world below.
The shields of his warriors are red; his soldiers are clothed in crimson. The metal on the chariots flashes on the day when he musters them; the chargers prance.