Clubs are counted as chaff; it laughs at the rattle of javelins.
Uzziah provided for all the army the shields, spears, helmets, coats of mail, bows, and stones for slinging.
The arrow cannot make it flee; slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff.
Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire.