The arrow cannot make him flee:\par\tab Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
Yea, he scoffeth at kings, and princes are a derision unto him; he derideth every stronghold; for he heapeth up dust, and taketh it.
He scorneth the tumult of the city,\par\tab Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
He counteth iron as straw,\par\tab {\i And} brass as rotten wood.
Clubs are counted as stubble:\par\tab He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
Jehovah of hosts will defend them; and they shall devour, and shall tread down the sling-stones; and they shall drink, and make a noise as through wine; and they shall be filled like bowls, like the corners of the altar.