Revelation 9:9

⁵Like the noise of chariots on the tops of the mountains, they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that devours the stubble, like a strong people set in battle array. ⁶At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale. ⁷They run like mighty men. They climb the wall like warriors. They each march in his line, and they don’t swerve off course. ⁸One doesn’t jostle another. They each march in their own path. They burst through the defenses and don’t break ranks.

⁴The chariots rage in the streets. They rush back and forth in the wide ways. Their appearance is like torches. They run like the lightnings. ⁵He summons his picked troops. They stumble on their way. They dash to its wall, and the protective shield is put in place.

¹⁸His bones are like tubes of bronze. His limbs are like bars of iron.

²⁵As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

¹⁷Thus I saw the horses in the vision and those who sat on them, having breastplates of fiery red, hyacinth blue, and sulfur yellow; and the horses’ heads resembled lions’ heads. Out of their mouths proceed fire, smoke, and sulfur.

²³The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved. ²⁴His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone. ²⁵When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing. ²⁶If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. ²⁷He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. ²⁸The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him. ²⁹Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin. ³⁰His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

⁵For 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.