תֹּ֫רֶן

One thousand will flee at the threat of one. At the threat of five, you will flee until you are left like a beacon on the top of a mountain, and like a banner on a hill.

Your rigging is untied. They couldn’t strengthen the foot of their mast. They couldn’t spread the sail. Then the prey of a great plunder was divided. The lame took the prey.

They have made all your planks of cypress trees from Senir. They have taken a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.