He races over the ground with a roar and fury, And he does not stand still when he hears the sound of the trumpet.

它发猛烈的怒气将地吞下；一听角声就不耐站立。

它震颤激动，将地吞下；一听角声就站不住。

它震颤激动，将地吞下；一听角声就站不住。

角声一响，它便无法静立，狂烈地颤抖，急于驰骋大地。

它震抖激动，驰骋大地，一听见角声，就不能站定。

牠發猛烈的怒氣將地吞下；一聽角聲就不耐站立。

牠震顫激動，將地吞下；一聽角聲就站不住。

牠震顫激動，將地吞下；一聽角聲就站不住。

角聲一響，牠便無法靜立，狂烈地顫抖，急於馳騁大地。

牠震抖激動，馳騁大地，一聽見角聲，就不能站定。

牠震顫激動，氣吞大地；聽見號角聲，就不耐煩站着。

彼乃猛烈忿怒、氣吞土地、一聞角聲、則不耐立、

彼則暴躁踴躍、蹄所未至、氣已先吞、角鳴則進、

暴躁猛趨、如將吞地、一聞角聲、前進不立、

In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.

They are so excited that they race over the ground. They can’t stand still when trumpets are blown.

With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

It paws the ground fiercely and rushes forward into battle when the ram’s horn blows.

He charges ahead with trembling rage; he cannot stand still at the sound of the ram’s horn.

He devours the distance with fierceness and rage; Nor does he come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

He charges ahead with trembling rage; he cannot stand still at the trumpet’s sound.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that[ it is] the sound of the trumpet.

In excitement and impatience it consumes the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet is blown.

He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

I smiled at them when they did not believe, And they did not look at my kindness ungraciously.

If I called and He answered me, I could not believe that He was listening to my voice.

If a trumpet is blown in a city, will the people not tremble? If a disaster occurs in a city, has the Lord not brought it about?

Their horses are faster than leopards, And quicker than wolves in the evening. Their horsemen charge along, Their horsemen come from afar; They fly like an eagle swooping down to devour.All of them come for violence. Their horde of faces moves forward. They gather captives like sand.

My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart! My heart is pounding in me; I cannot keep silent, Because, my soul, you have heard The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.

Shall it be told Him that I would speak? Or should a man say that he would be swallowed up?

While they still could not believe it because of their joy and astonishment, He said to them,“ Have you anything here to eat?”