Their appearance is like the appearance of horses;
And like war horses, so they run.

With a noise as of chariots
They leap on the tops of the mountains,
Like the crackling of a flame of fire consuming the stubble,
Like a mighty people arranged for battle.

They run like mighty men,
They climb the wall like soldiers;
And they each march in line,
Nor do they deviate from their paths.

They do not crowd each other,
They march everyone in his path;
When they burst through the defenses,
They do not break ranks.

They rush on the city,
They run on the wall;
They climb into the houses,
They enter through the windows like a thief.

Let the priests, the Lord’s ministers,
Weep between the porch and the altar,
And let them say, “Spare Your people, O Lord,
And do not make Your inheritance a reproach,
A byword among the nations.
Why should they among the peoples say,
‘Where is their God?’”

I will gather all the nations
And bring them down to the valley of Jehoshaphat.
Then I will enter into judgment with them there
On behalf of My people and My inheritance, Israel,
Whom they have scattered among the nations;
And they have divided up My land.

“They have also cast lots for My people,
Traded a boy for a harlot
And sold a girl for wine that they may drink.

Also I will sell your sons and your daughters into the hand of the sons of Judah, and they will sell them to the Sabeans, to a distant nation,” for the Lord has spoken.

Egypt will become a waste,
And Edom will become a desolate wilderness,
Because of the violence done to the sons of Judah,
In whose land they have shed innocent blood.