And behind them a fire burneth.
The land is as the garden of Eden before them,
And behind them a desolate wilderness:
Yea, nothing shall escape them.
Their form is as the form of horses,
And they leap as horsemen leap.
They run like the noise of chariots on the mountain tops,
Like the noise of fire that devoureth the stubble.
They are a strong people, arrayed for battle.
Before them nations tremble,