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.

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、

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;

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;

Then thundered the horses’ hooves— galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.

The snorting of the enemy’s horses is heard from Dan; at the neighing of their stallions the whole land trembles. They have come to devour the land and everything in it, the city and all who live there.

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

“ Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?Do you make it leap like a locust, striking terror with its proud snorting?It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength, and charges into the fray.It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; it does not shy away from the sword.The quiver rattles against its side, along with the flashing spear and lance.In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.At the blast of the trumpet it snorts,‘ Aha!’ It catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my people have become heartless like ostriches in the desert.Because of thirst the infant’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth; the children beg for bread, but no one gives it to them.

His horses will be so many that they will cover you with dust. Your walls will tremble at the noise of the warhorses, wagons and chariots when he enters your gates as men enter a city whose walls have been broken through.The hooves of his horses will trample all your streets; he will kill your people with the sword, and your strong pillars will fall to the ground.

The crack of whips, the clatter of wheels, galloping horses and jolting chariots!Charging cavalry, flashing swords and glittering spears! Many casualties, piles of dead, bodies without number, people stumbling over the corpses—

Even the most gentle and sensitive man among you will have no compassion on his own brother or the wife he loves or his surviving children,and he will not give to one of them any of the flesh of his children that he is eating. It will be all he has left because of the suffering your enemy will inflict on you during the siege of all your cities.

Charge, you horses! Drive furiously, you charioteers! March on, you warriors— men of Cush and Put who carry shields, men of Lydia who draw the bow.