but all the Israelites went down to the Philistines to sharpen every man his share, and his coulter, and his axe, and his mattock.
if I whet my glittering sword, and my hand takes hold on judgment, I will render vengeance to my adversaries, and will recompense those who hate me.
Now there was no blacksmith found throughout all the land of Israel, for the Philistines said, Lest the Hebrews make for them swords or spears,
Yet they had a file for the mattocks, and for the coulters, and for the forks, and for the axes, and to set the goads.
And [so also] in the cities of Manasseh and Ephraim and Simeon, even to Naphtali, in their ruins round about.
Iron sharpens iron, so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.