but all the Yisra'eli's went down to the Pelishtim, to sharpen every man his plowshare, mattock, axe, and sickle;
[So did he] in the cities of Menasheh and Efrayim and Shim`on, even to Naftali, in their ruins round about.
Iron sharpens iron; so a man sharpens his friend's countenance.
if I whet my glittering sword, My hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to my adversaries, and will recompense those who hate me.
Now there was no smith found throughout all Eretz-Yisra'el; for the Pelishtim said, Lest the Hebrews make them swords or spears:
yet they had a file for the mattocks, and for the plowshares, and for the forks, and for the axes, and to set the goads.