The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet: the chariotsshall be withflamingtorches in the day of his preparation, and the fir treesshall be terriblyshaken.
The chariotsshallrage in the streets, theyshalljustle one againstanother in the broadways: theyshallseemliketorches, theyshall run like the lightnings.
She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heartmelteth, and the kneessmitetogether, and muchpain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gatherblackness.
Where is the dwelling of the lions, and the feedingplace of the younglions, where the lion, even the old lion, walked, and the lion’swhelp, and nonemadethemafraid?
Behold, I am againstthee, saith the LORD of hosts, and I willburn her chariots in the smoke, and the swordshalldevour thy younglions: and I will cut off thy preyfrom the earth, and the voice of thy messengersshall no more be heard.