They shall leap like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains, like the noise of a flame of fire that devours the stubble, like a strong people set in battle order.

They run like elite soldiers, climbing ramparts like men trained for war. Each man advances in proper order, never breaking rank.

No one is pushing against another; everyone goes straight on his way: bursting through the sword points, their order is not broken.

And the sons of Judah and Jerusalem you sold to the sons of the Greeks, in order to remove them from their border.