Their arrows are sharpened, and all their bows are strung. The hooves of their horses are like flint; their chariot wheels are like a whirlwind.
Your arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s foes; the nations fall beneath your feet.
“Son of man, prophesy and tell them that this is what the Lord says: ‘A sword, a sword, sharpened and polished—
The shields of his mighty men are red; the valiant warriors are dressed in scarlet. The fittings of the chariots flash l
The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
at the sound of the galloping hooves of stallions, the rumbling of chariots, and the clatter of their wheels. The father
Their quivers are like open graves; they are all mighty men.
Rise and thresh, O Daughter of Zion, for I will give you horns of iron and hooves of bronze to break to pieces many peop
This is the burden against the Desert by the Sea: Like whirlwinds sweeping through the Negev, an invader comes from the
Then the hooves of horses thundered—the mad galloping of his stallions.
If one does not repent, God will sharpen His sword; He has bent and strung His bow.
Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!