³ at the sound of the hooves of galloping steeds,
    at the noise of enemy chariots^(A)
    and the rumble of their wheels.
Parents will not turn to help their children;
    their hands will hang limp.^(B)

⁴ The chariots^(A) storm through the streets,
    rushing back and forth through the squares.
They look like flaming torches;
    they dart about like lightning.