По улицам несутся колесницы, гремят на площадях; блеск от них, как от огня; сверкают, как молния.
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.
The chariots race madly in the streets, They rush wildly in the squares, Their appearance is like torches, They dash to and fro like lightning flashes.
The chariots race madly through the streets; they rush to and fro through the squares; they gleam like torches; they dart like lightning.
The chariots storm through the streets, rushing back and forth through the squares. They look like flaming torches; they dart about like lightning.
The chariots rage in the streets, They jostle one another in the broad roads; They seem like torches, They run like lightning.
The chariots race recklessly along the streets and rush wildly through the squares. They flash like firelight and move as swiftly as lightning.
The chariots rush madly in the streets, they justle one against another in the broad ways: the appearance of them is like torches, they run like lightnings.