"The arrowcannotmake him flee;Slingstonesare turnedinto stubblefor him.
"He scornsthe tumultof the city,The shoutingsof the driverhe does not hear.
"He regardsironas straw,Bronzeas rottenwood.
"Clubsare regardedas stubble;He laughsat the rattlingof the javelin.
"They mockat kingsAnd rulersare a laughingmatter to them. They laughat everyfortressAnd heapup rubbleto captureit.
The LORDof hostswill defendthem. And they will devourand trampleon the slingstones;And they will drink[and] be boisterousas with wine;And they will be filledlike a [sacrificial] basin,[Drenched] like the cornersof the altar.
