And in my vision I saw the horses and their riders: they had breastplates red as fire, blue as sapphire, and yellow as sulfur. The horses' heads were like lions' heads, and from their mouths came out fire, smoke, and sulfur.

His bones are as strong as bronze, and his legs are like iron bars.

There is not a weak spot in his skin; it is as hard and unyielding as iron.

When he rises up, even the strongest are frightened; they are helpless with fear.

For him iron is as flimsy as straw, and bronze as soft as rotten wood.

To him a club is a piece of straw, and he laughs when men throw spears.

or get in each other's way. They swarm through defenses, and nothing can stop them.

At each blast of the trumpet they snort; they can smell a battle before they get near, and they hear the officers shouting commands.

The boots of the invading army and all their bloodstained clothing will be destroyed by fire.

As they leap on the tops of the mountains, they rattle like chariots; they crackle like dry grass on fire. They are lined up like a great army ready for battle.

They attack like warriors; they climb the walls like soldiers. They all keep marching straight ahead and do not change direction

Chariots dash wildly through the streets, rushing back and forth in the city squares. They flash like torches and dart about like lightning.

The officers are summoned; they stumble as they press forward. The attackers rush to the wall and set up the shield for the battering ram.