The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,

鞭声响亮，车轮轰轰，马匹踢跳，车辆奔腾，

鞭声响亮，车轮轰轰，马匹跳跃，战车奔腾；

鞭声响亮，车轮轰轰，马匹跳跃，战车奔腾；

鞭声啪啪，车轮隆隆，战马奔腾，战车疾驰，

鞭声飕飕，轮声辚辚，骏马奔驰，战车颠簸跳动。

鞭聲響亮，車輪轟轟，馬匹踢跳，車輛奔騰，

鞭聲響亮，車輪轟轟，馬匹跳躍，戰車奔騰；

鞭聲響亮，車輪轟轟，馬匹跳躍，戰車奔騰；

鞭聲啪啪，車輪隆隆，戰馬奔騰，戰車疾馳，

鞭聲颼颼，輪聲轔轔，駿馬奔馳，戰車顛簸跳動。

啊，鞭子的噼啪聲！啊，車輪之轟轟響！駿馬踢跳飛跑！戰車顛簸跳動！

鞭聲振振、車輪轟轟、馬馳驟、車奔騰、

鞭聲遠聞、車輪轟轟、馬騰驤、車馳驅、

鞭聲遠聞、車輪轟轟、馬奔騰、車馳驅、

The crack of whips, the clatter of wheels, galloping horses and jolting chariots!

Whips crack! Wheels clack! Horses charge! Chariots rumble!

The crack of the whip, and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!

Hear the crack of whips, the rumble of wheels! Horses’ hooves pound, and chariots clatter wildly.

The crack of the whip and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and jolting chariot!

The sound of the whip, The sound of the roar of the wheel, Galloping horses And bounding chariots!

The noise of a whip And the noise of rattling wheels, Of galloping horses, Of clattering chariots!

The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, and prancing horses, and bounding chariots,

The crack of the whip and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and jolting chariot!

The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the pransing horses, and of the jumping chariots.

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!

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 the horse hoofs stamped because of the prancing, the prancing of their strong ones.

The shield of his mighty men is made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the pine spears are brandished.The chariots rage in the streets. They rush back and forth in the wide ways. Their appearance is like torches. They run like the lightnings.

He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts,‘ Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

For all the armor of the armed man in the noisy battle, and the garments rolled in blood, will be for burning, fuel for the fire.