The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
Referenced Verses
Job 39:7 : 7 He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
Hab 1:10 : 10 And at kings it doth scoff, And princes `are' a laughter to it, At every fenced place it doth laugh, And it heapeth up dust, and captureth it.