³ at the sound of the hooves of galloping steeds,
    at the noise of enemy chariots^(A)
    and the rumble of their wheels.
Parents will not turn to help their children;
    their hands will hang limp.^(B)

³ The shields of the soldiers are red;
    the warriors are clad in scarlet.^(A)
The metal on the chariots flashes
    on the day they are made ready;
    the spears of juniper are brandished.^[a]
4 The chariots^(B) storm through the streets,
    rushing back and forth through the squares.
They look like flaming torches;
    they dart about like lightning.

²² It laughs^(A) at fear, afraid of nothing;
    it does not shy away from the sword.
²³ The quiver^(B) rattles against its side,
    along with the flashing spear^(C) and lance.
²⁴ In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground;
    it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.^(D)
25 At the blast of the trumpet^(E) it snorts, ‘Aha!’
    It catches the scent of battle from afar,
    the shout of commanders and the battle cry.^(F)

²² Then thundered the horses’ hooves—
    galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.^(A)

⁵ Every warrior’s boot used in battle
    and every garment rolled in blood
will be destined for burning,^(A)
    will be fuel for the fire.