Like the sound of war-carriages they go jumping on the tops of the mountains; like the noise of a flame of fire burning up the grain-stems, like a strong people lined up for the fight.

For a day of dark and deep shade is near, a day of cloud and black night: like a black cloud a great and strong people is covering the mountains; there has never been any like them and will not be after them again, from generation to generation.

Their form is like the form of horses, and they are running like war-horses.

They are running like strong men, they go over the wall like men of war; every man goes straight on his way, their lines are not broken.