Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.
I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.
If God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do bow before him.
Turn away from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for of what account is he?
Now the Egyptians are men, and not God; and their horses flesh, and not spirit. When the LORD shall stretch out his hand, both he that helps shall fall, and he that is helped shall fall down, and they all shall fail together.
As for us, our eyes as yet failed, watching for our vain help: in our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save us.
