They run like mighty men; they climb the wall like men of war; and they march every one on his ways, and break not their ranks.

Proclaim this among the nations: prepare war, arouse the mighty men, let all the men of war draw near, let them come up.

Beat your plowshares into swords
And your pruning hooks into spears;
Let the weak say, “I am a mighty man.”

They bound on the tops of the mountains.
Their sound is like the sound of chariots,
like the sound of fiery flames consuming stubble,
like a mighty army deployed for war.