Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
And Uzziah prepared for them, even for all the army, shields, and spears, and helmets, and coats of mail, and bows, and stones for slinging.
The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling-stones are turned into stubble with him.
His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds. He spreads out [as] a threshing-wagon upon the mire.