On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin ¹  flash.

A club is counted ¹  as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.

Its soldiers are armed with bows and spears. They are cruel and show no mercy. They sound like the roaring sea as they ride forth on their horses. Lined up in formation like men going into battle, they are coming against you, fair Babylon! ¹ 

Use your spear and lance ¹  against ²  those who chase me! Assure me with these words: ³  “I am your deliverer!”