² The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, 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 don't look back to their children for feebleness of hands;

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

²² He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.

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

²⁴ He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, Neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

²⁵ As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha!' He smells 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 pine spears are brandished.

⁴ The chariots rage in the streets. They rush back and forth in the broad ways. Their appearance 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.