The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariots shall be with flaming torches in the day of his preparation, and the fir trees shall be terribly shaken.

The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall justle one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.

Then were the horsehoofs broken by the means of the pransings, the pransings of their mighty ones.

He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.

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