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        like the rumbling of chariots.
They leap on the mountaintops—
    like the crackling of a fire’s flame,
        devouring the stubble;
    like a powerful army
        ready for battle.
In their presence, peoples shake with fear;
    all faces turn red with worry.
Like warriors they charge;
    like soldiers they climb the wall.
Each keeps to their own path;
    they didn’t change their course.

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With a noise like that of chariots(A)
    they leap over the mountaintops,
like a crackling fire(B) consuming stubble,
    like a mighty army drawn up for battle.

At the sight of them, nations are in anguish;(C)
    every face turns pale.(D)
They charge like warriors;(E)
    they scale walls like soldiers.
They all march in line,(F)
    not swerving(G) from their course.

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