Clubs are reckoned as straw, he laughs at the rattle of a lance.
And Uzziyahu prepared for them, for the entire army, shields, and spears, and helmets, and body armour, and bows, and sling stones.
The arrow does not make him flee, sling-stones become like stubble to him.
His undersides are like sharp potsherds. He sprawls on the mud like a threshing-sledge.
