The chariots rage in the streets; they rush to and fro in the broad ways: the appearance of them is like torches; they run like the lightnings.

The war-carriages are rushing through the streets, pushing against one another in the wide ways, looking like burning lights, running like thunder-flames.

Αι αμαξαι θελουσι θορυβεισθαι εν ταις οδοις, θελουσι συγκρουεσθαι η μια μετα της αλλης εν ταις πλατειαις· η θεα αυτων θελει εισθαι ως λαμπαδες, θελουσι τρεχει ως αστραπαι.

The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall justle one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.