He marches out in the whirlwind and the raging storm; dark storm clouds billow like dust under his feet.

But like water overflowing he will take them away; he will put an end to those who come up against him, driving his haters into the dark.

The chariots race madly through the streets; they rush back and forth in the public squares. Their appearance like lightning bolts, they dart about like flashes of lightning.