3 In front of them a fire consumes;and behind them a flame burns.Land ahead of them is like Eden’s garden,but they leave behind them a barren wasteland;nothing escapes them.
4 They resemble horses,and like warhorses they charge,
5 like the rumbling of chariots.They leap on the mountaintops—like the crackling of a fire’s flame,devouring the stubble;like a powerful armyready for battle.
6 In their presence, peoples shake with fear;all faces turn red with worry.
7 Like warriors they charge;like soldiers they climb the wall.Each keeps to their own path;they didn’t change their course.
8 They don’t crowd each other;each keeps to their own path.Even if they fall among the weapons,they won’t stop.
9 They rush upon the city;they run upon the walls.They climb into the houses;they enter through the windows like thieves.