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.

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.

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;

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.

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 hooves of the horses pounded like thunder. The powerful horses of our enemies galloped away.

When our enemy’s horses snort, the noise is heard all the way from the city of Dan. When their stallions neigh, the whole land trembles with fear. They have come to destroy the land and everything in it. The city and everyone who lives there will be destroyed.

The chariots race through the main streets. They rush back and forth through them. They look like flaming torches. They dart around like lightning.

“ Job, do you give horses their strength? Do you put flowing manes on their necks?Do you make them jump like locusts? They terrify others with their proud snorting.They paw the ground wildly. They are filled with joy. They charge at their enemies.They laugh at fear. They are not afraid of anything. They do not run away from swords.Many arrows rattle at their sides. Flashing spears and javelins are also there.They are so excited that they race over the ground. They can’t stand still when trumpets are blown.When they hear the trumpets they snort,‘ Aha!’ They catch the smells of battle far away. They hear the shouts of commanders and the battle cries.

Even wild dogs nurse their young pups. But my people are as mean as ostriches in the desert.When the babies get thirsty, their tongues stick to the roofs of their mouths. When the children beg for bread, no one gives them any.

He will have so many horses that they will cover you with dust. Your walls will shake because of the noise of his war horses, wagons and chariots. He will enter your gates, just as men enter a city whose walls have been broken through.The hooves of his horses will pound in your streets. His swords will kill your people. Your strong pillars will fall to the ground.

Whips crack! Wheels clack! Horses charge! Chariots rumble!Horsemen attack! Swords flash! Spears gleam! Many people die. Dead bodies pile up. They can’t even be counted. People trip over them.

There may be a gentle and caring man among you. But he will treat his own brother badly. He’ll be just as mean to the wife he loves and to any of his children who are still alive.He won’t give to a single one of them any part of the dead bodies of his children that he’s eating. It will be all he has left to eat. That’s how much your enemies will make you suffer when they surround all your cities and attack them.

Charge, you horses! Drive fast, you chariot drivers! March on, you soldiers! March on, you men of Cush and Put who carry shields. March on, you men of Lydia who shoot arrows.