4As the appearance of horses [is] its appearance, And as horsemen, so they run.
5As the noise of chariots, on the tops of the mountains they skip, As the noise of a flame of fire devouring stubble, As a mighty people set in array for battle.
6From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.
7As mighty ones they run, As men of war they go up a wall, And each in his own ways they do go, And they embarrass not their paths.
8And each his brother they press not, Each in his way they go on, If by the missile they fall, they are not cut off.
9In the city they run to and fro, On the wall they run, Into houses they go up by the windows, They go in as a thief.
10At their face trembled hath the earth, Shaken have the heavens, Sun and moon have been black, And stars have gathered up their shining.
