As the appearance of horses is its appearance, And as horsemen, so they run.
The sound of a whip, And the sound of the rattling of a wheel, And of a prancing horse, and of a bounding chariot, Of a horseman mounting.
And the likenesses of the locusts are like to horses made ready to battle, and upon their heads as crowns like gold, and their faces as faces of men,
Then broken were the horse-heels, By pransings--pransings of its mighty ones.