Give help to us from distress; for the deliverance of man is vanity.
I have heard many such things. You are all troublesome comforters.
God will not withdraw His anger; the helpers of pride crouch under Him.
Cease yourself from man, whose breath is in his nostril, for in what is he to be esteemed?
And Egypt is a man, and not God. And their horses are flesh, and not spirit. And Jehovah stretches out His hand, and both he who helps shall stumble, and he who is helped shall fall; and together they all shall be finished.
While we exist, our eyes fail for our vain help. In our watching, we have watched for a nation; it does not save.