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 take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine adversaries, And will recompense them that hate me.
Now there was no smith found throughout all the land of Israel; for the Philistines said, Lest the Hebrews make 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 {\i so did he} in the cities of Manasseh and Ephraim and Simeon, even unto Naphtali, in their ruins round about.
Iron sharpeneth iron;\par\tab So a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.