it is sharpened that it may make a slaughter; it is furbished that it may be as lightning: shall we then make mirth? the rod of my son, it contemneth every tree.

It has been made sharp to give death; it is polished so that it may be like a thunder-flame: ...

ακονιζεται, δια να καμη σφαγην· στιλβουται, δια να αστραπτη. Δυναμεθα λοιπον να ημεθα ευθυμοι; αυτη ειναι η ραβδος του υιου μου, η καταφρονουσα παν ξυλον.

It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.