² The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, and prancing horses, and bounding chariots,

³ At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his strong ones, at the rushing of his chariots, at the rumbling of his wheels, the fathers look not back to their children for feebleness of hands;

²² Then did the horsehoofs stamp By reason of the prancings, the prancings of their strong ones.

²² He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

²³ The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.

²⁴ He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

²⁵ As oft as the trumpet `soundeth' he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

³ The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the cypress `spears' are brandished.

⁴ The chariots rage in the streets; they rush to and fro in the broad ways: the appearance of them is like torches; they run like the lightnings.

⁵ For all the armor of the armed man in the tumult, and the garments rolled in blood, shall be for burning, for fuel of fire.