The son of the bow shall not cause him to flee: sling-stones were turned to him for stubble.
He will laugh at the multitude of the city; he will not hear the noise of him driving.
He will reckon iron for straw, and brass for wood of rottenness
The bludgeon was reckoned to him for stubble: and he will laugh at the shaking of the javelin.
And he shall scoff at kings, and princes a derision to him: at every fortress he shall deride, and he shall heap up dust and take it
Jehovah of armies shall protect over them; and they devoured and subdued with the stones of the sling; and they drank, they made a noise as from wine; and they filled as the vase, as the corners of the altar.