They had breastplates like iron breastplates, and the sound of their wings was like the noise of many horse- drawn chariots charging into battle.

胸前有甲，好像铁甲。它们翅膀的声音，好像许多车马奔跑上阵的声音。

它们胸前有甲，好像铁甲；又有翅膀的响声，好像许多车马奔跑上阵的声音。

它们胸前有甲，好像铁甲；又有翅膀的响声，好像许多车马奔跑上阵的声音。

胸前有甲，如同铁甲，鼓动翅膀时声音如同千军万马奔赴战场。

它们的胸甲像铁甲，它们翅膀的声音好像许多马车奔驰上阵的声音。

它们有护胸甲像铁甲；它们翅膀的声音像许多马匹的战车奔驰出战的声音；

胸前有甲，好像鐵甲。牠們翅膀的聲音，好像許多車馬奔跑上陣的聲音。

牠們胸前有甲，好像鐵甲；又有翅膀的響聲，好像許多車馬奔跑上陣的聲音。

牠們胸前有甲，好像鐵甲；又有翅膀的響聲，好像許多車馬奔跑上陣的聲音。

胸前有甲，如同鐵甲，鼓動翅膀時聲音如同千軍萬馬奔赴戰場。

牠們的胸甲像鐵甲，牠們翅膀的聲音好像許多馬車奔馳上陣的聲音。

牠們有胸甲像鐵的胸甲，牠們翅膀的響聲像許多車馬奔跑出戰的響聲。

牠們有護胸甲像鐵甲；牠們翅膀的聲音像許多馬匹的戰車奔馳出戰的聲音；

又有胸甲如鐵甲、其翼之聲、如車馬紛紜、疾趨以戰、

胸護以鐵、翮有聲、如車馬之多、疾走以戰、

有甲如鐵甲、其翼之聲、如車馬眾多疾馳以戰之聲、

甲如鐵甲、雙翅轟轟作聲、若千車萬馬奔騰赴陣、

They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle.

Their chests were covered with something that looked like armor made out of iron. The sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle.

they had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the noise of their wings was like the noise of many chariots with horses rushing into battle.

They wore armor made of iron, and their wings roared like an army of chariots rushing into battle.

they had chests like iron breastplates; the sound of their wings was like the sound of many chariots with horses rushing into battle;

They had breastplates like breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was like the sound of chariots, of many horses rushing to battle.

And they had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the sound of chariots with many horses running into battle.

And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots, of many horses rushing to war.

they had chests like iron breastplates; the sound of their wings was like the sound of chariots with many horses rushing into battle;

And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings[ was] as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle.

They had breastplates, like breastplates of iron. The sound of their wings was like the sound of chariots, or of many horses rushing to war.

They sound like chariots rumbling over mountain tops, like the crackling of blazing fire consuming stubble, like the noise of a mighty army being drawn up for battle.People writhe in fear when they see them. All of their faces turn pale with fright.They charge like warriors; they scale walls like soldiers. Each one proceeds on his course; they do not alter their path.They do not jostle one another; each of them marches straight ahead. They burst through the city defenses and do not break ranks.

Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron.

Now this is what the horses and their riders looked like in my vision: The riders had breastplates that were fiery red, dark blue, and sulfurous yellow in color. The heads of the horses looked like lions’ heads, and fire, smoke, and sulfur came out of their mouths.

At the sound of the trumpet, it says,‘ Aha!’ And from a distance it catches the scent of battle, the thunderous shouting of commanders, and the battle cries.

The chariots race madly through the streets, they rush back and forth in the broad plazas; they look like lightning bolts, they dash here and there like flashes of lightning.The commander orders his officers; they stumble as they advance; they rush to the city wall and they set up the covered siege tower.

The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.Its heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.When it rises up, the mighty are terrified, at its thrashing about they withdraw.Whoever strikes it with a sword will have no effect, nor with the spear, arrow, or dart.It regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.A club is counted as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.Its underparts are the sharp points of potsherds, it leaves its mark in the mud like a threshing sledge.

Indeed every boot that marches and shakes the earth and every garment dragged through blood is used as fuel for the fire.