H4211–מַזְמֵרָה–maz.me.rah

And He hath judged between the nations, And hath given a decision to many peoples, And they have beat their swords to ploughshares, And their spears to pruning-hooks, Nation doth not lift up sword unto nation, Nor do they learn any more -- war.

לְמַזְמֵר֔וֹת (מַזְמֵר֔וֹת) maz.me.Rot “pruning knives”

For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath `one' cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.

בַּמַּזְמֵר֔וֹת (מַּזְמֵר֔וֹת) maz.me.Rot “pruning knives”

Beat your ploughshares to swords, And your pruning-hooks to javelins, Let the weak say, `I `am' mighty.'

וּמַזְמְרֹֽתֵיכֶ֖ם (מַזְמְרֹֽתֵי) maz.me.ro.tei. “pruning knives”

And He hath judged between many peoples, And given a decision to mighty nations afar off, They have beaten their swords to ploughshares, And their spears to pruning-hooks, Nation lifteth not up sword unto nation, Nor do they learn war any more.

לְמַזְמֵר֔וֹת (מַזְמֵר֔וֹת) maz.me.Rot “pruning knives”