clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
And Uzziah prepared for them, for all the army, shields and spears and helmets, and scale-armor, and bows, even to stones for the slings.
A son of a bow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned to stubble by him;
Points of potsherds are under him; he spreads sharp marks on the mire.