4 The achariots race madly in the streets;
They rush wildly in the squares;
Their appearance is like torches;
They dash to and fro like lightning flashes.
5 He remembers his amighty ones;
They bstumble in their march;
They hurry to her wall,
And the mantelet is set up.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened,
And the palace is melted away.