And have smitten thy bow out of thy left hand, Yea, thine arrows out of thy right I cause to fall.
Desist, and know that I `am' God, I am exalted among nations, I am exalted in the earth.
Causing wars to cease, Unto the end of the earth, the bow he shivereth, And the spear He hath cut asunder, Chariots he doth burn with fire.
There he hath shivered arrows of a bow, Shield, and sword, and battle. Selah.
Bright `art' Thou, honourable above hills of prey.
The arm of Pharaoh, king of Egypt, I have broken, And lo, it hath not been bound up to give healing, To put a bandage to bind it, To strengthen it -- to lay hold on the sword.
And have turned thee back, and enticed thee, And caused thee to come up from the sides of the north, And brought thee in against mountains of Israel,
and it hath come to pass in that day that I have broken the bow of Israel, in the valley of Jezreel.'
And the handler of the bow standeth not, And the swift with his feet delivereth not `himself', And the rider of the horse delivereth not his soul.