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

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.

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 horses’ hooves then hammered— the galloping, galloping of his stallions.

From Dan, the snorting of horses is heard. At the sound of the neighing of mighty steeds, the whole land quakes. They come to devour the land and everything in it, the city and all its residents.

The chariots dash madly through the streets; they rush around in the plazas. They look like torches; they dart back and forth like lightning.

Do you give strength to the horse? Do you adorn his neck with a mane?Do you make him leap like a locust? His proud snorting fills one with terror.He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle.He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing; he does not run from the sword.A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and a javelin.He charges ahead with trembling rage; he cannot stand still at the sound of the ram’s horn.When the ram’s horn blasts, he snorts defiantly. He smells the battle from a distance; he hears the officers’ shouts and the battle cry.

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my dear people have become cruel like ostriches in the wilderness.The nursing baby’s tongue clings to the roof of his mouth from thirst. Infants beg for food, but no one gives them any.

His horses will be so numerous that their dust will cover you. When he enters your gates as an army entering a breached city, your walls will shake from the noise of cavalry, wagons, and chariots.He will trample all your streets with the hooves of his horses. He will slaughter your people with the sword, and your mighty pillars will fall to the ground.

The crack of the whip and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and jolting chariot!Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead.

The most sensitive and refined man among you will look grudgingly at his brother, the wife he embraces, and the rest of his children,refusing to share with any of them his children’s flesh that he will eat because he has nothing left during the siege and hardship your enemy imposes on you in all your towns.

Rise up, you cavalry! Race furiously, you chariots! Let the warriors march out— Cush and Put, who are able to handle shields, and the men of Lud, who are able to handle and string the bow.