³ At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his stallions,
    at the clatter of his chariots, at the rumbling of their wheels,
parents do not turn back for children,
    so feeble are their hands,^(A)

⁴ The chariots race madly through the streets;
    they rush to and fro through the squares;
their appearance is like torches;
    they dart like lightning.^(A)

⁹ Cush was her strength,
    Egypt, too, and that without limit;
    Put and the Libyans were her^[a] helpers.^(A)