Fathers will hear the hoofbeats of the enemies’ horses, the clatter of their chariots and the rumbling of their wheels. They will not turn back to save their children because they will be paralyzed with fear.

听见敌人壮马蹄跳的响声和战车隆隆、车轮轰轰；为父的手就发软，不回头看顾儿女。

一听见敌人壮马蹄踏的响声、战车隆隆、车轮轰轰，为父的手就发软，不能回头看顾儿女。

一听见敌人壮马蹄踏的响声、战车隆隆、车轮轰轰，为父的手就发软，不能回头看顾儿女。

一听见马蹄嗒嗒、战车隆隆、车轮滚滚的声音，做父亲的就吓得手脚发软，无力照顾儿女。

因为听见战马的蹄声，还有战车辚辚和车轮辘辘的响声，作父亲的双手酸软无力，不能照顾他们的儿女。

聽見敵人壯馬蹄跳的響聲和戰車隆隆、車輪轟轟；為父的手就發軟，不回頭看顧兒女。

一聽見敵人壯馬蹄踏的響聲、戰車隆隆、車輪轟轟，為父的手就發軟，不能回頭看顧兒女。

一聽見敵人壯馬蹄踏的響聲、戰車隆隆、車輪轟轟，為父的手就發軟，不能回頭看顧兒女。

一聽見馬蹄噠噠、戰車隆隆、車輪滾滾的聲音，做父親的就嚇得手腳發軟，無力照顧兒女。

因為聽見戰馬的蹄聲，還有戰車轔轔和車輪轆轆的響聲，作父親的雙手酸軟無力，不能照顧他們的兒女。

聽見敵人的壯馬蹄跳的響聲，戰車震地之隆隆、車輪急轉之轟轟，為父者因手之發軟，都顧不得回看兒女了；

健馬蹄踏、有聲隆隆、戰車衝擊、其輪轟轟、為父者聞之而手弱、不回顧其子女、

驊騮驕驕、車輪轟轟、聞其聲者無不喪膽、父不顧其子、

駿馬奔馳、蹏聲隆隆、戰車疾趨、輪聲轟轟、聞者無不喪膽、為父者不暇回顧其子、

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

They will weep when they hear galloping horses. They will weep at the noise of enemy chariots. They will weep at the rumble of their wheels. Parents will not even try to help their children. Their hands will not be able to help them.

At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his stallions, at the rushing of his chariots, at the rumbling of their wheels, the fathers look not back to their children, so feeble are their hands,

Hear the clatter of stallions’ hooves and the rumble of wheels as the chariots rush by. Terrified fathers run madly, without a backward glance at their helpless children.

At the sound of the stomping hooves of his stallions, the rumbling of his chariots, and the clatter of their wheels, fathers will not turn back for their sons. They will be utterly helpless

Because of the noise of the galloping hoofs of his stallions, The roar of his chariots, and the rumbling of his wheels, The fathers have not turned back for their children, Because of the debility of their hands,

At the noise of the stamping hooves of his strong horses, At the rushing of his chariots, At the rumbling of his wheels, The fathers will not look back for their children, Lacking courage,

At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his strong ones, at the rushing of his chariots, at the rumbling of his wheels, the fathers look not back to their children for feebleness of hands;

At the sound of the stomping hooves of his stallions, the rumbling of his chariots, and the clatter of their wheels, fathers will not turn back for their sons, because they will be utterly helpless

At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his strong[ horses], at the rushing of his chariots,[ and at] the rumbling of his wheels, the fathers shall not look back to[ their] children for feebleness of hands;

At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his strong ones, at the rushing of his chariots, at the rumbling of his wheels, the fathers don’t look back to their children for feebleness of hands;

The horses’ hooves pounded the ground; the stallions galloped madly.

The snorting of the enemy’s horses is already being heard in the city of Dan. The sound of the neighing of their stallions causes the whole land to tremble with fear. They are coming to destroy the land and everything in it! They are coming to destroy the cities and everyone who lives in them!”

The chariots race madly through the streets, they rush back and forth in the broad plazas; they look like lightning bolts, they dash here and there like flashes of lightning.

“ Do you give the horse its strength? Do you clothe its neck with a mane?Do you make it leap like a locust? Its proud neighing is terrifying!It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.It laughs at fear and is not dismayed; it does not shy away from the sword.On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.In excitement and impatience it consumes the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet is blown.At the sound of the trumpet, it says,‘ Aha!’ And from a distance it catches the scent of battle, the thunderous shouting of commanders, and the battle cries.

Even the jackals nurse their young at their breast, but my people are cruel, like ostriches in the desert.ד( Dalet)The infant’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth due to thirst; little children beg for bread, but no one gives them even a morsel.ה( He)

He will cover you with the dust kicked up by his many horses. Your walls will shake from the noise of the horsemen, wheels, and chariots when he enters your gates like those who invade through a city’s broken walls.With his horses’ hoofs he will trample all your streets. He will kill your people with the sword, and your strong pillars will tumble down to the ground.

The chariot drivers will crack their whips; the chariot wheels will shake the ground; the chariot horses will gallop; the war chariots will bolt forward!The charioteers will charge ahead; their swords will flash and their spears will glimmer! There will be many people slain; there will be piles of the dead, and countless casualties– so many that people will stumble over the corpses.

The man among you who is by nature tender and sensitive will turn against his brother, his beloved wife, and his remaining children.He will withhold from all of them his children’s flesh that he is eating( since there is nothing else left), because of the severity of the siege by which your enemy will constrict you in your villages.

Go ahead and charge into battle, you horsemen! Drive furiously, you charioteers! Let the soldiers march out into battle, those from Ethiopia and Libya who carry shields, and those from Lydia who are armed with the bow.